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chloeworships · 6 days ago

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1. Love 💕

I saw God putting two people together as one. Something about a fur cream coloured boot 👢 that looked like flesh. This is for my over 35+ crowd - Matthew 19:6 “So they are no longer two, but one flesh”. I found this in my house 👇🏾This message is also for someone named ALICE. I was shown EXCESSIVE male hairs on my chest as if I was a man. I remember saying to God “oh no! This can’t be getting worse” because of my PCOS 😭😅 Then the LORD revealed to me that it was a result of the two becoming one flesh and we had a laugh 🤭 — Remember Matthew 19 for later. I have updates and more spiritual tea 🫖

2. Terrorist Attack - America 🇺🇸🩸⚠️

There’s going to be a terrorist attack in America 🇺🇸 because of all the sins committed by various people and some leaders. I was shown Tyga the rap artists leaning on a white picket fence. Then I was shown images from 911 where people were covered in ashes and soot. I was also shown Daniel Day Lewis and he said to me “There Will Be Blood” 👇🏾then tipped his hat. His hat was well made, superb quality and the Tiffany blue ribbon around it.

This is a result of greed 💰 so prepare for the worst case scenario 📊

There is too much corruption and the people are suffering. There is deadlock in governments and weaponization of institutions instead of instilling proper governance. The guilty are left to walk free and the innocent are punished for crimes they did not commit.

For a very very long time the LORD has been warning people to get right with him but they refused. God is super big mad.

Pray for our firefighters and first responders including the police and the military. No one knows the “DAY” or the hour as to when this will occur, but it will be devastating 💔 — Yes America, you are under judgement cupcakes. This is something the LORD has done on his own accord and it hurt me greatly because of my great love and respect for your nation. The world will say

“How did America the Great, not see this coming?”

It will be an embarrassment on the nation. A stain like the ones left in your underwear.

These are the charges against you:

You make false promises and lie to others, you kill for greed, you take away jobs from the poor, you drive up the cost of food and healthcare, you threaten your neighbours who have chosen to always live in peace with you, you stand up for terrorist and refuse to come to the aide of nations that are fighting against barbarianism. You poison your lakes and rivers and fields through pollution and chemicals slowly killing your citizens, you don’t properly invest in your children’s education leaving teachers with barely any supplies, you practice witchcraft and idolatry, prance around half naked, try to destroy Godly people, attempt to kill your prophets and apostles, have and use children for clout and greed and try to justify it as "PR", obsessed with sex, obsessed with money, obsessed with slander, the elderly are disrespected, you rob each other and steal elections and power, your media tell lies and spread propaganda and misinformation, you betray those that love you, you turn your back on those who have supported you, you deceive each other then go and laugh about it with your fake friends over alcohol and with loud mouth family members, you gossip about your loved ones behind their backs while they are struggling, exposing the very sins you yourself are guilty of, you prop up wicked leaders and chase away the good ones, the church runs away the young people seeking love, acceptance and deliverance with legalism, you won't take care of your veterans the way they deserve who have sacrificed their lives to keep you safe and it will all be IN VAIN. You discredit the work of good police officers. You have helped wicked people succeed even when the LORD has told you to abandon them - “DO NOT HELP THEM”❌ because they will eventually turn against you, you hide your spiritual gifts from your children, never teaching them about their own, never talking to them about sex, rape and incest because they are "woke" topics, while watching family members sexually assault them, yet you expect the LORD to continue to bless you without ever asking for forgiveness and making your wrongs right, never humbling yourselves and apologizing for your transgressions.

Now the terror that you love to speak of, the terror that you inflict, the terror that you incite, will be turned against you.

God’s sword is against you 🗡️

and I could say nothing to our LORD. He took my voice as he took the voice of Ezekiel. I was speechless, dumfounded and heartbroken 💔 I HATE having to say this. Truly.

I saw the sword last night. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. It was the colour of a shimmering kind of chrome with purple and green like the JOKER and was sharp and pointy. Sharper than the swords of the noble Japanese Samurai’ Warriors who, at the very least, fought for honour, truth and justice. Even they had a code of honour, but today we use codes to steal elections from their rightful victors and to steal MILLIONS from each other.

There will be anarchy in your streets because of what you have ALLOWED. You didn't bring perpetrators to justice when you had the chance. The hatred you have given is going to be given unto you, double and everyone will turn against your leader. YES, I saw it in the spirit. I heard a segment of the American people rejecting his rule. They will come to despise and loathe him. I am telling you EXACTLY what I saw and heard. They said to me "WE DO NOT WANT HIM". and even that surprised me 👀 Just ask the LORD yourselves. I also saw a small segment of people in Washington DC saying they were

"f o r e v e r f a i t h f u l"

to God. May the LORD be with them and protect them.

Not even the collapse of the bridge 🌉 brought you back to God. The murder of the CEO didn't wake people up. The bombing of Trump Tower in the Cybertruck didn’t tell you anything. So now what do you think God is going to do to the nation that once loved him and that he gave to your ancestors????? It seems you have forgotten.

You’ve been unfaithful to God and everyone and everything around you. You’ve become like a brood of vipers as Jesus once called the Pharisees, now hell is going to be unleashed.

People can’t afford food and the first thing I hear Mike Johnson announce as Speaker is to prosecute those Biden gave preemptive pardons to, once again weaponizing and immobilizing the judicial system for evil, instead of finding solutions to feed the poor and fix a broken healthcare and prison system

MY GOD, PEOPLE ARE STARVING AND THIS IS WHAT YOUR GOVERNMENT IS DOING? 👀

This is their priority and foolishly so many of you agree with this. Take a good look at who these people are, because they are now under the judgement of God.

At this very moment God is raising up someone to destroy you — and it’s not just HIM — I tried to warn you. Other prophets tried to warn you, God HIMSELF tried to warn you🔥 Now meet your terrorist... and like a tiger he is stalking and waiting for the right time to strike. He is highly intelligent and he is LEAN, powerful and drunk off insanity and wrath. He is like a mad dog, Cujo ain’t got nothing on him. In fact, I believe he and his accomplices are already in your country but I am unsure. If you thought Bin-laden and Sin-war were calculating... THINK AGAIN, American's. Not even the American Psycho can compare to what runs through this guys head. You have made yourselves an enemy of every nation because of your lewdness and cruelty. God will show you confirmation of this word.

☝🏾 The image of the jokers at the Last Super is quite interesting. Please do not accept this as blasphemy of the Holy One, Jesus, whom I love. I am illustrating an example since the LORD showed me the sword with the colours of the Joker and the betrayal message with the orange tablecloth. I was shown a GIANT Hyena the other day and if you've been following me for sometime, you know this is a formidable foe against the lion. They are forever arch-nemesis'.

Also remember this 👇🏾👀 -- the same colours as the Joker 🃏

I tried to pray and ask the LORD to relent but he said NO❗️— so don’t be mad at me.

the list of sins are too long to count! Everyday I come on here to try to help you all even as I struggle myself. EVERY DAMN DAY even while SICK and yet here we are 🥺💔 Never say I and others didn't try to look out for you and be your watchmen and women....

N E V E R

Lest the LORD take you out right then and there!!!

The LORD also sent me these scriptures more recently. As a nation you’ve become so provocative and disloyal to one another and to God, worried about what other people are eating and drinking and how they look and not worried about your own soul. As a result, the LORD is going to humble everyone because of the sins of a few. YES, even innocent people will PERISH but, blood will not be on my hands. That I promise you because you were forewarned.

There is also judgement coming for some women. The other day I was shown "prostitutes" and now I am being shown this scripture 👇🏾 -- however this isn't just about prostitution. The LORD is using this as an analogy for our lust for power and wealth.

The below scripture applies to the above, but also for those who have been patiently waiting for the LORD on some good news — no more delays 👇🏾

When this comes to pass, you will ALL KNOW God is real and this is his punishment against you 🗡️

We don’t need to be perfect but God knows our hearts 💚💜 Even righteous people make mistakes, we all fall short, we all sin DAILY (me included) but this isn't about that because we sincerely reach out to God for forgiveness. He knows within we love him. He sees many of us trying to do better. But this judgement is because WE ARE MISTREATING ONE ANOTHER, LYING TO EACH OTHER, CALLING WHAT IS EVIL, GOOD and what is GOOD, EVIL, dishonouring the LORD. This is because of our PRIDE and ARROGANCE.

Anyone who has relationships with the Americans and assets, PREPARE. I have seen many other things and people in the spiritual realm moving about in strange ways.

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The message has gone out to the world in the spirit to destroy the Americans except those marked by God, because of the multitude of their sins and their refusal to repent. I saw a letter last night and prior to, I saw a wax seal I had mentioned.

This is the word of the LORD. He has revealed all of this to me. He showed me the Bible and it was lit up with embers of fire and he showed me in reddish-orange, the word

anger

As I was looking for an image of a tiger I came across the one below. The embers around the Bible looked just like the embers around the tiger and I am screaminggggggggggggg 🤯

This is my epistle to you: January 24, 2025

PS. Remember how the LORD showed me those rusty weird looking weapons above Gaza and the Lion with the crown walking through there? The image below is very similar to what I saw in both those incidences.

Yes this is what some people are doing with their children... using them as pawns against their exes or for $$$ and some are getting pregnant for a bag. This is detestable to the LORD.

"miracle" 💫

I was shown this word and emoji. I felt relieved because this word really broke my heart. This made me feel a little better bc ultimately, your girl wants what is BEST for you as children of God. I want to see you win and I want to see the LORD increase your territory like the tribe of the most fiercest lions 🦁 and I always pray that for you... so understand that justice is going to be served. Expect some good news

I saw a hockey team dressed up as the Lakers.... the same golden yellow, we have come to love. It was wild. IDK what that means yet but I did receive confirmation of the Maple Leafs being champions and, it's going to set the nation off like crazzzyyyyyyyy when it does. Canadians will be so happy. Please believe it 🇨🇦🥰 This is an answered prayer and good business for the NHL. Thank you, God. Btw the players I saw were HUGE!! I was on the ice with them. I felt so little compared to these guys😅 I felt like a young girl 🎀 maybe this is someone's daughter who will be amazed at what her father accomplishes. I did have a vision of me as a young girl with pigtail twists 🥰 in the rink. The men were really happy, smiling and chopping it up ... thankfully I can skate ⛸️ but not as good as those guys. They literally fly on ice. It's impressive indeed. I wonder if this also means ICE is coming to LA to round up people???? 👀 -- I believe this to be true. Be ready.

5. Health messages:

I believe Putin is ill in some regard.

I also heard "Marcus Rogers - artery". Something is seriously wrong with his heart or some major artery. He may want to have that checked out.

I also heard

"blood disease"

Idk what's going on in Oz, Nahal Israel but I saw a green dragon flying towards a house on the hill. Then I saw the "Oz" also in green. There is an Oz in Turkey as well. The house reminded me of the cover of Bram Stokers Dracula.... yes, the castle. Dracula drinks BLOOD. Be careful y'all. I also think the Wizard of Oz which is a magician but he was a sham. Something isn’t what it seems.

6. A rat 🐀

I had a vision of a rat standing right in front of me. I was low on the ground and he was eating something like paper. Why would a rat be eating paper?? 👀 Is this evidence? He was eating good though. He has money. This person could work for law enforcement but either way, they are right there in front of you. It might be the very person you're closest to like a family member or partner, someone you wouldn't expect. Some of you are from the UK 🇬🇧 This person is higgghhhhhhhhh up in the game... no pun intended and bc of them, a lot of people are going to jail. They even give up a few names just to get the cops off their tail or lead them down the wrong rabbit hole. Yeah, the game is like that sometimes and it's wrong. A false witness is a false witness, an innocent person is an innocent person. IDK babes but honestly, I'm feeling God really don't like what this person has been doing. You can be a rat and send innocent people to jail and get caught up in this mess especially destroying the youth. I don't condone criminality which goes against everything that is of God. However, I do believe in mercy, grace and second chances, but this is wow. He also keeps showing me garages. We were standing near my garage. That's how close they are to someone. I keep seeing that theme in a few of God's prophecies -- this person could simply be chattin your family business but I saw some geese feathers the other day in front of my garage and I thought a hawk had killed a sparrow, except there was no blood lol. I was horrified because feathers were EVERYWHERE and I love God’s birds. Also for ex. the person you're dealing with, IF this is not a crooked cop, would be the type to be the one doing the drugs, but then tell the feds, you’re taking and distributing them. That's evil. I hope that makes sense. Pray for them because I don't think they will be alive much longer. The feathers are a sign 🪶🩸

PPS. An update: Two days after I released the message about the flags and my neighbour, another neighbour beside me passed away 👀

#terrorist attack #America #marriage #love #unions #I am so heartbroken I cried all night last night 💔#Now I know how Samuel felt when he mourned Saul #pls excuse any spelling errors #rat #paper #health #Oz

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demonictales · 4 years ago

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May I ask for headcanons with Wei ying, Jiang Cheng and Nie huiashang (if I spelled that right). Where reader was their one of their best friend and a Wen, but soon disappeared when the Wen clan started to take over the other sects. Boys then finding their friend, disabled from their golden core and imprisoned in a remote place where no one could have found them, because they rebelled against the clan leader. Could be more angsty if they lost their hearing or sight, because they were tortured.

oh, i’m excited how this one will turn out. here we go! my heart while writing this went →↑→↑←↑↓↑→↑←↓ also I know you said imprisioned but i got kinda carried away writing this. I'm so sorry okijd

TW: TORTURE, BLINDNESS

GUSU LAN CLAN LECTURES

First of all you were Wen Chao's cousin, unfortunately. However, you pretty much did as you wanted to because who could really control you, so of course you went along to the Lan Clan's lectures alongside Wen Qing and Wen Ning.

Of course you arrived in old fashioned Wen manner and interrupted the ceremony already breaking rules at the entrance. When no one else but Wei Wuxian spoke up. It did indeed amuse you the way he spoke up agains Wen Chao so you carefully watched him.

Excused for the day all three of you eventually went their own way. You had no idea what Wen Qing was up to or Wen Ning, so you eventually walked around the clan, exploring your new home for the few lectures to come. Eventually, in the back hill you bumped into Wei Wuxian who thought Wen Ning to use bow and arrow until that nearly backfired when Wen Qing's voice rang through the air.

"Let's say we are even now that you nearly killed Lady Wen. ---" You were joking obviously, but refering to the earlier incident.

He wasn't quite sure how to deal with you yet but it seemed you made quite the point. Eventually you walked along with him, leaving Wen Ning and Qing to their own.

Meeting Jiang Cheng once more you, indeed did apologize for interrupting his greetings earlier that day. You were quite different than most in the Wen Clan, you did apologize and show manners, though you weren't completely innocent.

As much as you did enjoy art and classics, you were also a little troublemaker, It was a healthy combination of mischief and manners that allowed you to walk the grey zone. So of course you soon bonded with Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng and Nie Huiasang.

You became great friends soon. You learned about Wei Wuxian's mischief, enjoyed his stories of bickering with Lan Zhan, came to know Nie Huiasang's grand taste and love for art and other not so lady like things, as well as his dislike for fighting and of course Jiang Cheng, he was rather complicated but you still enjoyed his presence. You could never quite tell what was on his mind but you knew for sure he deeply cared for his family. He was in fact, someone who seemed to long for his own little happy ending.

Meeting up in secret for a drinking which was strictly forbidden, you had lots of fun until the next morning when you were called for punishment. Even though you were a Wen, you could simply walk away but decided to stay and take the 50 hits. You had made friends for a lifetime during the lectures.

WEN CLAN LECTURES

You'd lie if you say you weren't excited to see your friends again, however, it weren't the best circumstances. You greatly disliked the way it had processed to far yet there they stood, all clans: Nie Clan, Jin Clan, Jiang Clang and eventually Hanguang Jun.

This wasn't much of a lecture, more of Wen Chao showing of his power due to the enormous power the Quishan Wen Clan had gathered. You weren't sure if you were embarrassed or disgusted by your cousin but either way, knowing Wei Wuxian's character you soon had something to laugh. And you were right.

Wen Chao made him recite the Wen Clan rules which ironicially, he didn't even know himself so you nearly busted a lung and earned an angry side eye from your cousin when Wei Wuxian recited the Lan Clan rules.

Of course this would not go without punishment, not for you not for Wei Wuxian and co.

Eventually you helped with the dung being spread, being trapped between Jin Zixuan, Wei Wuxian and Lan Zhan. Fun times. Once more, you apologizes for his behaviour knowing your words could do nothing. The only thing this gave you was the title of Gentle Wen. An embarrassment to your family but in the cultivation world between your friends quite the praise.

You tried getting their swords back but with no luck. You only ended up being grounded in your own room with guards outside.

You weren't able to help your friends out and it did annoy you. It seemed as if you tried harder the more complicated it would get for you to get out of here. It did drive you insane.

When every visitor was suppossed to hunt the monster that roamed through the mountain you once again were by their side, refusing to speak nor act according to your cousin's order.

Which led to quite the argument between you, who stood on your friends side, and Wen Chao and his woman, who for the love of cultivation, wondered where she came from

Either way, you stood between him and Wang Lingjiao when she had ordered to use Mianmian as a sacrifice. You at this point who would believe you, matter of fact, you knew that he was just being abusive. Safe to say it did piss your cousin off and ended up in a fight, eventually were Wei Wuxian would get hurt.

Just like the rest, you got stuck in the cave alongside the rest of the cultivators. Proofing your loyalty to your friends once more. Not so much to the other clans.

This time you helped out Huaisang the most. The poor guy was frightened to death. He was such a soft boy. You felt bad about it and apologzied multiple times while staying by his side, doing your best to help him through the situation. At this point, if you were no traitor to the Wen Clan what else could you possibly be?

You followed Jiang Cheng's introductions to leave the cave through the water, Nie Huaisang by your side.

After all you had made it out word spread proufoundly about you and the Wen Clan. Some said you were a spy, working for the Wen Clan and earning sympathy, others said you were honest about your intentions, later was some encouring words by Nie Huaisang. You truly did appreciate his words.

The moment you stepped foot into Qishan, you were confined to you room until they needed you. They made use of your connections to Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang whenever they needed to. Tricky but smart.

WEN CHAOS HAVOC + SUNHOT CAMPAIGN

It was only when you dumb cousin started to wreak havoc among the clans that you started to see the situation clearly and did not want to have anything to do with it. After cloud recesse had been burned to nearly ashes you spoke up, you were against it. Precious memories were made there and now they had became ashes, quite literally.

If you had known about all the scheming you'd have told Lan Xichen right away, made sure nothing would happen to the Gusu Lan Clan. But being confined barely gave you any choices until one day you fought your way out, meeting your uncle, confronting him about it.

You knew that the Wen Clan was better than that, but the yin iron had taken up to much of his sanity, he instructed Wen Chao to take care of you.

Of course it pained you to see all the chaos and blood being she'd of cour once former friends familie's. There did not a day go by where you begged him to stop. You even tried going against him, but failed miserably.

Wang Lingjiao enjoyed her given power, using it to destroy every piece of hope you still had. Even bringing you along to Lotus Pier to watch the massacre of your closest friends parents.

Daily torture was on your agenda. Being wipped, being burned, being starved or simply kicked and punched by her minions. But you were to prideful to give in just so easily, especially when you head news of Jiang Cheng being captured.

Again, you tried your best to stop him but Wen Chao had enough of your antic and ordered Wen Zuhliu to end it but his woman had a better idea. Get rid of her golden core and blind her. It was her revenge for you spitting the hot soup right into her face, eventually burning her slightly. It was worth it.

You were left in pain, after you felt the power leave your body, the spiritual power who kept healing you in a very slow pace if you needed it but eventually had lost it. The worst was losing your sight, the light of day, not knowing if it was day or night, not being able to navigate on your own.

Treason, that was the reason. You could have had so much more if it wasn't for your weak heart. The words were spoken as hot iron was pushed into your eyes. Your screams were hunting the people who were present. Yet you had lost all of hope and strength in one night, being dumped somewhere on a mountain with nothing but the purpose to die.

After the sunshot campaign people had wondered what happened to you as you were nowhere to be found, yet they all agreed to not search and leave things as they were, the Qishan Wen Clan was extinguished.

PASSING YEARS

Years had passed and you had managed to get yourself back on your feet, even if it wasn't as safe anymore. You learned to live with your blindness.

Deep in the forest in an abandoned little hut. It was perfect for you. You secluded yourself from the world, living in peace. You remembered some tricks your old friend Wei Wuxian had once taught you, and even though your golden core was gone, little tricks like these did do. Obviously you had to renew them every now and then but it was no bother at all.

What you did not know was that the mountain, or rather the forest you lived in belonged to a clan, and possible night hunt had given up your days of silence and years being secluded.

Only when you heard footsteps that did not belong to anything on your small land, you ended up hiding in your small hut, a knife held firmly in your hands.

The voices you could make out seemed familiar but you stayed quiet, perhaps they'd leave.

Of course they did not leave and soon it seemed, three people were standing in your small front yard where chicken where quietly eating and living.

They surely were surprised that someone had managed to live on the mountain of the Jin Clan largest property. That did put you quite in panic. You knew they were your death sentence if they would find you, so you tried to sneak away, but of course Wei Wuxian was one step ahead of you.

" Where do you think you're going ?"

" Wei Wuxian? "

Your voice was hesitant yet filled with surprise but you could definitely make out his voice between a hundred people. A smile almost creeped upon your lips, soley depending on your hearing.

Your attire was still very much simple. A very out worn red hanfu, the logos of the Wen Clan faded but still slightly visible. It was Nie Huaisang that pointed this out. Of course he would notice such details, so he still was alive and breathing. You were deligthed to know this.

However, it was Jiang Cheng who put 1 and 1 together.

" Lady Y/N ? ---"

Silence filled by gasp of Nie Huaisang, as you nodded quietly.

"Guilty."

You were not sure how to feel, happy that you finally met the people you once called friends or scared knowing it could now mean your death.

"I'm glad to hear you are all still well. How have you been all these years? -----"

They would have expected anything but not to meet you. It were raw and mixed feelings. You know you owed Jiang Cheng your live for your family had taken his. You dared not to move your head his way and kept it strictly on the ground.

It was also Wei Wuxians family but it wasn't as deeply rooted.

Nie Huaisang was the first one to approach you, carefully. Asking what had happened to you. So until late night, you told them what happened to you, what your clan did to you, how you ended up here.

You also apologized again, falling to your knees, knowing you could not make up for the loses they had suffered. You started crying, begging for forgiveness.

They explained what had happened on their side, and also admitting they hoped they had not lost you but eventually gave up. You on the other hand did not blame them.

It was a bittersweet reunion after years of forming friendship, betrayal and chaos. Feeling pain and rejoycing again.

#mdzs x reader #mdzs reader insert #wei wuxian x reader #jiang cheng x reader #nie huiasang x reader #the untamed x reader #cdrama x reader

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alicemitch09writes · 4 years ago

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the catastrophic history of us

PAIRING: ryoumen sukuna x reader

SUMMARY: This is a story of two people - one was destined to see all while the other was destined to be all-powerful.

They came from different factions of society, though not entirely different if you compare a humble hut versus the slums.

This is a love story.

But it is not a happy one.

A/N: This is a continuation and sort of prequel to 'written in the stars' which gives light on why exactly Sukuna killed the reader and what he meant by 'waited a thousand years for this'. It's been in my head for a while and was an idea I wanted to try.

From what I've researched, Ryoumen Sukuna is said to hail from royalty while some he was just there, so I kinda wanna explore more on his background and ended up crafting my own. I'm sorry if it's kinda cliche. I ended up using the already existing lore about him, but added a bit of my own to fit the story and the narrative I want.

also available on ao3.

disclaimer: i own NOTHING but the plot.

This is a story of two people - one was destined to see all while the other was destined to be all-powerful.

They came from different factions of society, though not entirely different if you compare a humble hut versus a grandiose palace, a benevolent being versus a power-hungry one, one who dances with the mystic arts versus one who challenges the fates, one royal highness and his royal spiritual advisor, - two very different beings destined to meet, destined to fall together, destined to be together.

This is a love story.

But it is not a happy one.

This is a story of two star-crossed lovers.

But again, to reiterate, this is not a happy story. There is no happy ending here.

Legends speak of a name, so feared and great that just the mention of it sent shivers down the spines of many – young, old, human, curses.

Just the mention of his name was akin to devastation and disaster, killing all forms of life regardless of status.

Ryoumen Sukuna.

Also known as ‘King of Curses’.

Call his name, and you are invoking yourself to a life of damnation, of no return, of death.

However, once upon a time, Ryoumen Sukuna was once a simple man.

A prince to be exact, son to the Great Emperor, heir to the throne, general commander of the royal army, and quite possibly, the strongest warrior in the land.

Once upon a time, Ryoumen Sukuna was a man of great power and privilege.

He could take soldiers with a swift blow of his sword, could conquer lands in a day, with only a swagger down the road that could bring the mightiest men quaking, could overpower just about anyone with only his presence - his menacing and great presence.

Wise beyond his years, versatile in combat, cynical, ambitious, and wicked – these were the traits of the soon-to-be Emperor? How unsettling. The kingdom would no sooner meet its demise and burn into flames than to shine brightly with a ruler with blood and warfare on his mind.

Many had thought so as well, yet did little.

For what can they do against someone who can promise dominion and power? They can all but kneel and acquiesce to his bidding.

He did possess a younger twin brother, but compared to his brother, he was passable at best. The brother doesn't talk much, says very little, but paid close attention to his surroundings, his companions, even to his older brother, whom he admired greatly.

It was sometime during his time as a prince when fate decided to play their hand.

But no one saw it coming.

Save for one.

The Emperor’s royal spiritual adviser, the kingdom’s revered onmyouji known only by the name (Y/N).

"That's quite the look on your pretty face, (Y/N)."

Sighing, the (h/c)-haired woman ever so carefully dipped her brush into the ink well before continuing her writing.

"Oya? No wisecracks this time?" the voice drew near, she could feel his hot breath beside her ear. "Is that any way to speak to your future king?"

Unfazed, she dipped her brush into the well again, careful strokes bleeding into the paper. "Truly not worth his royal highness' time if I even breathe or say a word."

Even without looking, she knows he's smirking. He knows he got what he wanted, ever the child.

Silence filled in. She, continuing on with her scrolls, and he, lazily perched himself awfully close to her side, sliding his gaze from her eyes, her face, to her kimono, to her nimble fingers.

From the first moment he laid eyes on her, he was fascinated by her very being. More so, when she revealed that she was to be the royal onmyouji with the ability to see all.

Technically, her position was better suited for a man, especially a man from a renowned jujutsu family – for trivial reasons.

However, no man could ever compete with one with an all-seeing eye, with impressive control of her cursed energy other than this woman, this strange woman.

No one else but her.

He would like to think that he became a man no long sooner after their first verbal spat, after their second introduction – having differing ideals and morals, never backing from the other despite their status. He and his twin had just turned 18, a prime age for the king to be. It was what drew them together in the first place.

From the moment their eyes met, he had unwillingly declared this fascinating woman as his and only his.

When she was finished writing, just as she laid her brush aside, a hand slammed on the table. She didn’t flinch, even as the man effortlessly picking her up into his arms. "Surely you must be bored from all that gibberish writing, eh?"

Allowing herself a genial smile, (e/c) eyes alit with life, she draped her arms around his strong shoulders.

"Must I remind you time and time again that they're readings?" Fingers slipped and carded through his locks, grabbing tufts of hair playfully. Tilting her head, she used her free hand to ghost over his strong jawline. “Your great kingdom would crumble would it not be for said readings. Lives would be lost. Blood will be shed. Your name tarnished and damned-”

"Blah, blah, blah, is all I can hear you say," pushing her against the wall, he welcomed himself between her legs, drawing himself ever so close to her. “Don’t you ever get tired of spouting bullshit?”

“Surely you would know,” she gasped as something hard pressed against her core. “that’s all your mouth is good for: running your filthy mouth.”

He met her smirk with his, hot breath fanning hers. “And here I thought you’d be this docile diviner.” Scoffing, he drew close. “Thank fuck I was wrong.”

Hot lips pressed against hers, just as the ink dried out and the shadows danced in the dark.

"We order you to join forces with us destroy Ryoumen Sukuna."

"I refuse."

Even she can't deny that the man she loved was a danger to everyone, probably to all of humanity. He was quick to be enamored with power, sadistic even in his means to achieve greater feats and exploit his foes.

Eventually, she saw how the man she came to love drastically turned into the cynical, malevolent King of Curses he was.

Mad with power, ambition, and glory, in order to achieve all and more he sought out the dark mystics that made him murder his younger twin brother granting him his grotesque figure - two faces, added appendages, and dark marks littering his body.

It started with a vision. Then came the prophecy.

Overnight, a brother was murdered in cold blood by his own, through his blood spawned the King of Curses.

Many months were soon bathed in more blood as he sought nothing more but destruction and chaos,

In the end, she knew what she had to do, what must be done, what must happen, what was foretold – even if it ends up breaking her heart.

"Could you do it?"

"...I have no choice."

This is it, she thought. The end.

The end of the beginning.

Fire licked throughout the field, soot rising from the ashes, craters, devastation lurked wherever the eye could see. There was even the occasional ice covered in blood, sometimes encasing

It had been a long, treacherous, arborous, and exhausting battle – sorcerers and Imperial soldiers against fellow sorcerers and curses.

Jujutsu sorcerers – especially the high-ranking ones from esteemed clans, set aside their petty differences for this one battle, to put down the King of Curses.

Ryoumen Sukuna.

It was a hard-earned battle, as Ryoumen Sukuna had with him a rather interesting set of warriors to fend off against them.

But finally, they got him.

In the middle of all this madness and bloodshed, a victor was finally declared.

And it wasn’t him.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?" He screamed, binding spells forcing him to his knees, his whole body weakened and paralyzed by countless battles and countless spells against him. “(Y/N)!? HOW COULD YOU!?”

She forced herself to hold him down as the sorcerers around her continued their spells.

Amidst it all - the undeniable pain, the humiliation of being pinned, the utter betrayal - Ryoumen Sukuna turned to her and only her, red eyes burning her very being, as though ready to incinerate and devour her on the spot.

At the front line, that’s where she was to be – supposed to be, as she was their leverage to get close to the King of Curses.

She was leverage at best, the one thing that can keep Ryoumen Sukuna down - despite the countless claims that no one and nothing can do so.

"In this life, know that you were always the man I hold closest to my heart, the warmth on a cold winter's day, the joy from a day's tiresome work. There is no one but you, Ryoumen Sukuna," she was openly crying now, uncaring of anyone and anything. "But in this life, we cannot be."

The spell had been cast, paralyzing Sukuna, allowing the rest of the jujutsu sorcerers to attack.

With the final blow, she poured a bit of herself into her final, most powerful spell. Sealing him and vaporizing any memory of her in it, emptying his being until he was but an empty husk.

"YOU BITCH! YOU LIED TO ME!" Despite being in constant pain, his body slowly reddening and wax appearing all over, he found it in himself to spout angrily at her. "WAS EVERYTHING A LIE!?"

Memories upon memories - of their first meeting, their first verbal spat, their next meeting, him cornering into a corner, of their first kiss, of their first night, of their many nights, of promises under the sheets, of eyes searching, of eyes yearning, of eyes hurting - voided one after the other.

"I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU DEAD, YOU FUCKING BITCH!" He doesn't mean it, she tells herself, adding more spells that caused him to scream in even more pain.

"Y-YOU FUCKING BITCH! I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU!" His eyes were blank, regarding her with all the hatred man could possess. "YOU'LL BE THE FIRST PERSON I KILL THE MOMENT I GET BACK!" choking on blood, he feels himself weaken. "I SWEAR IT! I'LL KILL YOU THE FIRST MOMENT I GET!"

A sob escaped her, as much as she tried to swallow it down. To no avail, she cannot fake her remorse, her pain. She knew it was the right thing to do, for the betterment of all – humans and sorcerers, but it cost her so much sorrow and pain.

"Nothing is a lie," she croaked, feeling the last of her energy leave her, tearfully gazing into the eyes of her beloved. "But I have to say goodbye."

And just like that, the King of Curses was no more.

And when the fighting was over, the Seer vanished without a trace.

It came abruptly.

Without warning, without a sound, without a whisper, without a call.

The end of the beginning.

Of when fate decided to try its hand with life, changing the course of all.

For a thousand years ago, the jujutsu society was at its high boasting about great families within their ranks and a seer to guide them all.

The seer, who were specialists in the mystics and great beyond, who helped build empires, defend against curses, win wars - the great seer revered, respected, and treasured.

Alas, this seer fled, vanished, and doomed the jujutsu society.

For without her visions, how can the sorcerers ever know of the truth and lies that the future holds, to protect them from whatever threatens them? Of the corruption that would soon waste them away? Their arrogance and overdependency on her visions became their downfall, yet few could actually attest to that.

The jujutsu world was a strange, fickle, archaic, and destructive kind with an equally disturbing system. A system unwilling to change, unwilling to adapt, willing only to lead by example.

After her disappearance, they were left with crumbs to pick up, on where she'd be for their next life - for without her visions, how would they be able to secure safety for themselves?

(how selfish of them)

Lo and behold, a thousand years later, and she would appear again, outside of Japan and born half a Gojo! What tremendous luck they have!

Without wasting another second, they sent their best sorcerers to abduct the child and took her by force from her mother, bringing her all the way to Japan.

Only they could have their hands on this seer, one they've waited for thousands for years, one who remains theirs, rightfully theirs, one who has to atone for her sins of leaving the jujutsu society vulnerable all those years ago.

Yes, this child must bear the sins of her ancestors, must live a life for the future of the jujutsu sorcerers.

She is theirs.

Theirs and theirs alone!

But alas, Gojo Satoru caught wind of the other Gojo, singlehandedly took her from them and took her under his care.

How dare he!

So long as he was alive, no way would they ever get their hands on the seer, the great diviner, the all-seeing eye!

How dare he!

Gojo Satoru who manages to effortlessly insert himself in situations he shouldn't be, halting or stopping decisions entirely, establishing his presence as the strongest sorcerer - a title that many of them cannot deny, with much disdain, he, who is without a shred of doubt, a threat.

The Gojo seer continued to live her life, foolishly and blissfully unaware of her true value. Foolish little girl!

The past and present converged into one another, tightly wounding and bounding, meshing and mixing in between the seems, for a future nobody knows, a future nobody is prepared for, but a future nonetheless for all.

However, unbeknownst to all - even to the jujutsu higher-ups, the Great Gojo Satoru, and his beloved little sister, the future in store was not kind. No.

It's as though the past comes back to haunt, to call out for sins to be repented.

Strange as it seems, it all went according to plan - Gojo Satoru finding out about his sister, Fushiguro Megumi sent to Sendai, Miyagi to fetch a cursed object and meeting Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji ingesting said cursed object and hosting Ryoumen Sukuna, reviving the King of Curses after a thousand years. Yes. Marvelous. All according to plan.

The characters were set, ties looming into each other. Glorious.

It was inevitable, that these characters had special ties connecting them with each other, keeping their lives intertwined, for such was the plan for the grander scheme of things.

There was nothing.

A sea of nothing.

Endless nothing.

It went on and on and on and on and on and on.

It was a nothing that comforting, a nothing where nothing existed, a nothing where nothing was felt.

It was a nothing with that - nothing.

The perfect word for it would be void, however, voids can still have something in them.

And there was red.

A field of red spread across, going on forever and ever and ever.

Curious, she got to her knees to inspect. A flower, it was a red flower with six umbels and a long stamen, blooming outward, as though seeking life. Fingering through its petals, her eyes followed along millions of them spread.

Suddenly, a cold chill ran down her. For some reason, she looked up, meeting nothing.

And yet, she remembered the feeling dwelling in her in a sea of nothing.

Yes, she remembered this feeling.

She knows that feeling.

"Where am I?" a voice cut through the nothing.

In front of her stood someone who looked exactly like her, except, one pair of her eyes had the trademark Six Eyes of the Gojo clan, there was a streak of white running down the right side of her hair, and she was dressed in clothing much different from hers.

Recognition fell upon her, blinking calmly as a faint smile graced her lips.

“Who are you?” asked the girl.

Her smile turned sad as she approached, crushing the flowers under her feet.

The same recognition fell unto her mismatched eyes, but probably not the same kind of recognition she had.

With the gentleness akin to a mother, she eyed the girl before her.

“I’m sorry,” she cried, her voice echoing in the dark. “I’m sorry to have cursed you – all of you,” confusion crosses her face, it hurts her even more. “to have you all carry my burden." The red all around them seemed to glow, a vibrant, blinding red. "I’m sorry.”

Confusion continued to riddle her features, which makes this meeting just more bittersweet.

And then came rain, pouring down on them.

It washed over them, over the flowers.

And then nothing.

Come a thousand years later, and there they were.

A promise foretold, enacted finally.

He, a man resurrected from the dead, free from the curses that kept him away, taking what was rightfully his with her beating heart in his.

And she, a shell of a woman in the form of her now empty descendent.

At last, he had his comeuppance, at last, he got his revenge.

As he devoured her heart, feeling the remaining pieces of his powers return, as did the memories. What a cruel twist of fate.

Suddenly, his mind felt like a rush of water downstream. He could feel his immeasurable power returning, could feel in pumping his veins, yet at the same time, there were tears.

Elsewhere was Fushiguro Megumi, screaming over and over the name of the woman he had just killed – a scream of desperation, anguish, and pain. Why did it sound so familiar?

Finding a blackened uniform, hovering over a body laid in her own pool of blood, the boy continued to scream and scream.

Fushiguro Megumi was a man he couldn’t wait to see at his full potential for battle, another in his list of to-kills, having shown great potential as a jujutsu sorcerer and as part of the wretched Zen’in. But this was far from the man he knew, all he saw was a weeping boy, a boy who lost his mind as he was grieving, begging over and over a corpse, the corpse of his beloved.

Satisfied, he should be, right? Yet, why doesn't he feel it? Why does a part of him feel a great loss? Why does a part of him feel as though he was the one with a ripped soul?

A flash of white came to view, standing next to the crying boy, his stance was rigid, apart from that nothing with his back turned.

Kneeling, Gojo Satoru let his fingers press against the dead girl's eyelids, closing them shut. His hands fell to her cheeks, engulfing them in his large fingers, lingering, thumbs caressing her ice-cold cheeks. Once filled with warmth and life.

"Megumi," says Gojo Satoru, cursed energy just radiating off him. "mind if ya take yourself and (Y/N) aside?" lowering his blindfold, his cursed energy increased in power, reeking of maliciousness. "Things are about to get messy."

He met Gojo Satoru's murderous look head-on, finally getting that fight he long promised him.

And yet, as he stood there, tears leaked from his eyes.

Even with all his powers returned, him being at his full glory, his heart felt more hollow than before.

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hysteriapilled · 4 years ago

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- 𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝙽 𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽 𝙹𝙰𝙴𝙶𝙴𝚁'𝚂 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙸 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙴𝙻𝚂𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙾

Keep in mind that this might be inaccurate considering the information given is not canon, but from google. There will be no house readings since I can't even get a hold of his actual birth time so there is no rising sign (This is Eren's chart and how he would be if he were real, so don't take everything as factual)

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐅

Big 5 Analysis

- SUN IN ARIES. Your sun defines your ego, core identity, your authentic self and in my personal opinion it's not really an important placement in the chart, and more of a title basically. People born into Aries are usually perceived as loud, impulsive, raging and aggressive by others— but they're very caring and protective to the ones they love, though sometimes they sure can have bursts of anger. Eren is stubborn, he can't be chained down and refuses to sit back and watch the people he cares about get tossed around. He is a firm person, quick on his feet and rather very rushing, he's like a puppy excited to get his owner running laps around him, he's hyper and motivating; a natural leader. - MOON IN PISCES. Your moon is your emotional side, how you feel, how you perceive feelings and how you process them. Eren with moon in Pisces is definitely not surprising to me— He is dreamy, intuitive, compassionate and he's either too dependable on others or just an overthinker. Though he may not seem like it Eren is very vulnerable and even prone to getting addicted to substances (alcohol, drugs, bad habits etc.) It's not the best placement in my standpoint, as he can get very affected by his surroundings and others. He can't turn a blind eye and NOT take shit to heart and rather stores it inside and holds onto it. He's very empathetic, he feels people's emotions and feels them well, to the point that he himself experiences what they are going through. - MERCURY IN PISCES. Eren has a LOT of Pisces placements so prepare to see a ton of empathy and psychic abilities in his aspects. Your Mercury is how you think, speak and learn. I sense that Eren has really great vulnerability which might not be a good thing, he trusts people too much and rather relies on them for heaps of things, he can be easily manipulated which is why he should refrain from letting everyone in. On the other hand, he is a very dreamy person and gets lost in his imagination at times. He sees the world in another, imaginative lens, and often could find himself daydreaming randomly. I can see that Eren has a hard time letting go of the past and he can even be linked to people in his life he hadn't seen in years. In terms of rational thinking he isn't the best, as he can't distinguish the logical from the emotional which is definitely something he should work on, he gets often blinded by the illusion of his overwhelming emotions toward others. He can also definitely have an eye to art since his imagination is extravagantly wide.

- VENUS IN TAURUS. Your mercury is your idea of love and how you give it and prefer to receive it— Eren's idea of romance is full of sensuality and gifts, he'll spoil you with his utter loyalty and generally with things too. Devotion is daily, he's extremely honest and would rather die than lie to you. Emphasis on sensuality, Eren craves touch and I could sense that his love language is physical touch, he will shower you with affection and fulfill your needs any time of the day. Taurus in Venus are all about comfort and coziness with their lover, so I can see that Eren loves cuddling, massages, food, sleepovers, intimate little things like that strike a chord in his heart. He can be possessive and jealous of times, he hates change specifically big ones in relationships—He can also take a long time to get to know you and prefers taking things slow and steady rather than rushing into it. I can also feel that he loves hard-workers, people who are dedicated and responsible (that's definitely his type). - MARS IN CAPRICORN. Two words. Goal driven. Your Mars is your approach towards anger and impulses as well as your sexuality aspects. Eren is self-controlled and refuses to take orders from others, he can't be chained down not because he's stubborn, but simply because he can't allow himself to stop. He has a tendency to shut out the world to pursue his objective— he moves forward (not a pun) and is willing to fight against everything and everyone to reach his goal, he isn't petty as he considers little quarrels a waste of time and energy. He likes to focus on the big problem at hand, not how to fight and win the battle but how to prepare for conquering the war once and for all. Eren with this placement knows that he is entitled to earn what he works hard for and will not let anything stop him. Mars signs can also affect appearance so I sense that Eren has very prominent and broad cheekbones, a serious face, and a very stiff, steady voice like he's about to command something. It can also be an intimate, velvety and cold voice and on the topic of intimacy— He usually prefers seeing you face to face and rather dislikes social media flings. He comes with a natural inclination to assume a dominant role in bed and he does what doesn't bother him (kink-wise) His temper is so icy, and he could definitely be on the sadomasochism spectrum. He's very soft in nature so if something was bothering you he'd instantly be turned off. Eren can be aggressive and intense but he may not specifically get off on pain (or he may) more like he finds the idea of being in control a very satisfying idea.

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐅

2. Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune & Pluto Analysis

- JUPITER IN AQUARIUS. Your Jupiter is where you can receive the most luck and love, without you really doing much. It’s where you can catapult to happiness and success through quickest routes possible, within reason. I can tell from previous placements that Eren is a firm believer in standing for what you think is right. He is very opinionated and sometimes a bit too much— Some of his beliefs or theories can be brilliant and genius and others quite nonsensical and implausible, he rushes into throwing the first opinion just for the sake of throwing it first. Any analytical work about objective themes would come easily to him. Passion and enthusiasm will come astonishingly fast too as he can actually stun society with his innate knowledge with complicated subjects. Any scientific, technological, or perhaps just general abstract topics will benefit Eren greatly in subtle and/or unsubtle ways. He takes leaps of faith and believes what his eyes cannot see or what his mind cannot grasp. Simply what makes everything work out so well for him is the open minded love he puts into his theories. Sometimes though, he fears judgement people give to his methods as they are sometimes out of the box and peculiar. Eren would have to let go of his attachment to what other people think about his ways on solving or analyzing. - SATURN IN LIBRA. Your Saturn sign is your life’s obstacles and challenges, the rewards that come with time, and the discipline you need to achieve your goals. To start off with friendships, Eren cares about others and is tireless in serving others—he's also prone to putting others before him (others as in the people he cares about) And supporting his moon and mercury Pisces, he is very artistic and helps civilize those who need the lessons. The companionship he seeks can often give him solace and security, with his comrades support he feels a lot more powerful and in self-control. In relationships though Eren may tend to have a bit of an inferiority complex when it comes to relationships and is afraid of rejection & may try to shut himself away or run if the going gets tough. He is very drawn to mentor types, and may often be with someone older and wiser. Despite that he still finds a way to assume the dominant role in the relationship due to his cold nature. Eren commits to artful projects, making it possible to live his dreams by seeing them to completion, he finds it very gratifying and has mental discipline when he finds activities that matches his high ideals. His sense of social justice is heightened, that could get him into law, politics and activism—His firm belief in himself also plays a big role in this, his bravery allows himself to sacrifice whatever he has to, to get the job done. Chaos, crassness, and ugliness can cause him a lot of anxiety and fear, and with his persistence to right the wrong he gets really frustrated when people don't have an outlook to life the same as his. I sense that it may be hard for Eren to accept that only he is able to control himself, and it's a hard pill for him to swallow.

- URANUS IN PISCES. As I mentioned before Eren's chart is dominated with Pisces placements, his intuition works at another wavelength than that of the common people, and for this reason, he is in a much deeper connection to the spirit world. He can sense the occult and this acts as a form of guidance for him, an anchor to support his meanderings through life’s challenges. Pair that up with his splendid imagination and innovative spirit, and you get someone who’s afraid of failure even when he’s not doing anything out of the ordinary, the worst thing that could happen to Eren is failing and losing his sense of validation. He’s a negativist ( I can see Eren as a cynical person later on in life, a realist would fit his philosophical belief) but, he should let his intuition and connection to the spirit world heal this part of his, instead of allowing everything to work against him. He won’t let himself be fooled by naïve ideals, even though he likes believing in them. He can be quite realistic and logical when the situation calls for it and that's quite ironic considering he's indulged in his imagination most of the time. - NEPTUNE IN SAGITTARIUS. This is one hell of a placement. Experimentation with different beliefs, spiritual strands, and esoteric-based teachings are all things Eren finds interest in. He cannot deny the divine existence truly and indefinitely to himself- even if he does so to others, there is always the gnawing sense that ‘there is something more,’ and one day he may regret not finding out what that is. His gift is bringing the joy of shared faith and spirituality together, making the sect he resonates with part of his life’s philosophy. We can tell by now that Eren's purpose is seeking truth, absorbing information and looking at the world in a different lens. - PLUTO IN PISCES. Shawty Bae here can also can be more passive aggressive when trying to get what he wants. This means he can be manipulative at times. This is the only time he ever makes a power play. When he is struggling to achieve something for the greater good. (THIS ACTUALLY RESONATES WITH HIS PLAN) But this desire for control is never executed maliciously. He wants things to go his way so he doesn't disappoint those who are counting on him. Eren can be very sensitive, and it’s important to him that he doesn't let anyone down. He so desperately want to help people that he sometimes sacrifices his health and well being, and even somtimes the well being of others just for the outcome to turn out best.

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘

3. Chiron (Scar)

- CHIRON IN PISCES. Your Chiron sign in astrology shows where you sustained your deepest wound, your scar— It can never be completely healed, but they can be worked with and transmuted. Eren with Chiron in Pisces, we've already talked about many Pisces qualities in him (empathy, psychic abilities, imagination etc.) But the Chiron has a lot more depth into it, Eren might have a deep fear of being hurt by the universe or the forces at play. He might feel that the world is unfair or merciless and doesn't have his back almost every time. He has a sense of betrayal, and that leads him into cynicism (mentioned before in his Uranus placement) He felt that nobody was there for him when he needed it the most and he also feels a sense of victimization. This placement has a lot to do with the idea of FATE. Even subconsciously Eren feels he was dealt an unfair life, I can also feel that his way of coping is feeling someones grief right alongside them. Sympathyzing is definitely his way of forgetting about his own problems. Even though Eren doesn't exactly victimize himself he still can't understand why the universe is set up this way— he feels that the world isn't fair to him and his loved ones. Although all this scarring shows when he indulges himself in an immense shell of cynicism, then he hops between two places; Not feeling empathy for others since nobody offered empathy to him - or sympathyzing greatly and putting others' needs before his. It is easy for him to shut his feelings out but only with the help of substances which makes him more prone to getting addicted. This placement was created at some point in the past when Eren needed something badly and didn’t get it (sometimes the wound stems from a past life, but this stemmed from his childhood) Maybe it's because he felt insignificant to someone he felt was an idol to him, maybe this figure or idol was never there to nurture him and the probability of him having a lost close one in early childhood days is a very probable cause in how this Chiron stemmed.

BONUS:

- I get massive ISFP vibes from early Eren and INTJ from late him.

- His Venus Taurus makes him very romantic, so I feel like this would be his favorite song to dance to

#erenjaeger #eren #jaeger #snk #aot #shingekinokyojin #attackontitan #astrology chart #chart reading #sun #moon #rising #aries #pisces

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star-maiden · 4 years ago

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Weekly Tarot Forecast

For the week of August 29th, 2020 - September 4th, 2020

This is a weekly tarot reading by zodiac sign for the collective. Please use your sun, moon or rising sign to find the message that resonates most strongly for you. May these readings serve you well in the week ahead! 💜

♈️ Aires - Strength Reversed: We are seeing a return of energy that was present around you near the beginning of August (strength reversed was pulled for aires in the weekly forecast for the week of the 8/10/20). Repeating cards mean that the message is amplified. Aires, in this coming week it will be very important for you to play close attention to where you are placing your energy. Take care to not allow yourself to fall into patterns. If something is not working out for you, don’t waste your energy. Try a different angle, or a new endeavor completely. You have so much inner strength, and sometimes that strength is best expressed by knowing when to walk away.

♉️ Taurus - 3 of Swords: There’s some dissonant energy around you this week. You may find that there are arguments or hurt feelings among your close relationships. You may even feel that a situation is hopeless, likely due to a situation or conversation you will experience with someone close to you. This could be a warning against gossip. Taurus, remember where your power is. You are resilient and practical in your approach. There is a lot of wisdom to be had in standing your ground. If you feel that your needs are not being met, say so plainly, but take care not to be argumentative. Do not engage in petty arguments or word games with others. They won’t get you anywhere, and will likely prolong the drama. A refusal to engage in the drama is response enough, and sends a powerful message.

♊️ Gemini - 3 of Wands: There is some really big, expansive energy brewing this week! If you have been working on a project, this is the week where things are going to start really taking off. If you are considering something. your prospects are looking pretty good. Stay focused on your end goal and keep moving forward, and you should see results. This card may also indicate an opportunity. If something pops up this week and you aren’t sure if its for you, this card tells you to go for it. Take advantage of what is being offered to you, but be prepared to move beyond your comfort zone. Growth and success are likely, but you’ll need to step beyond your current beliefs and self-held limitations.

♋️ Cancer - The Empress: A world of beauty, prosperity, happiness and indulgence in the senses are your themes for this week. Overall, you should have a fairly harmonious experience. To take advantage of this Empress energy, spend some time close to home. Focus on self-care and creating an environment of elegance and luxury in whatever capacity that means for you. You may find yourself greatly benefiting from taking time to appreciate all of the beauty around you. This is an important time to to reconnect with your inner empress. What are you being called to create? How can you stay with this energy until your work is done?

♌️ Leo - The Tower: This week brings some big changes. This could be an internal change, as old beliefs and paradigms crumble away, or it could be more literal. If the latter, you may find yourself standing in the ruins of something that was once a major part of your life. Don’t be scared of this energy. It is not inherently negative, even if it may seem like a disaster on the surface. The message of the tower is an opportunity to rebuild, reform and create something that is truly in alignment with your spirit, passion and life path. This is your clean slate. You can go anywhere and do anything you’d like from this point. What will you build in the tower’s place? Tower energy comes into our lives when we are ready to change. The possibilities for how your future will unfold are endless. How will you choose to move forward?

♍️ Virgo - 6 of Swords: This week, brings a dream-like and peaceful energy. Any conflicts, worries or fears that you may have previously experienced are starting to fall away. Their energy has dulled, and you are now moving toward a new sense of calm. Alternatively, if you have been experiencing any negative self-talk or distracting mind chatter, this card is telling you to let that go. It simply isn’t true, and you are ready to move away from that mindset. Take some time to relax this week, either through an activity you enjoy, or something more spiritual (like meditation, yoga or by practicing mindfulness). Relax into the moment. You don’t need to act right now. See where the current takes you.

♎️ Libra - 4 of Pentacles: The energy around you is very stable this week.You should be feeling pretty secure in areas related to the material world. This could be in relation to finances, personal safety or your home space. You have worked hard to make this stability a reality for yourself, but also take care not to hold too tightly. There is the possibility of letting things get stagnant. If you find yourself unwilling to budge or reach consensus with others, it may be time to consider a different perspective. If you find yourself feeling stuck or bored, let some new ideas in and see where the fresh outlook takes you. There’s no harm in at least considering new angles. You can choose to act on them (or not) when you are ready.

♏️ Scorpio - 4 of Wands: Your home life will be at the forefront this week, and the energy is looking very supportive and stable. Keep in mind that “home life” may be your family, your living space or even the people who are closest to you. I’m hearing very strongly that, for some of you, you will be experiencing this family-like energy with roommates. Overall, it’s a very positive energy. There is a very prominent sense of safety and feeling as though you belong. All heads are working together well, and things are running smooth. Take advantage of all this support and use it as an opportunity to rest and recharge. You’re in good hands.

♐️ Sagittarius - Queen of Cups: This week, you may find yourself needing to connect with your emotions to make a choice or to see a situation in its entirety. If you encounter any difficulties, uncertainties or situations that require you to interact with others, be sure to source from within. Go deep, like the Queen of Cups, and listen to the ebb and flow of your emotions. No one knows them better than you, and you will have exceptional emotional clarity this week. Use that as your mantra. Tell yourself “I can clearly see and understand my emotions.” Let that be the light that guides you forward. Don’t try to rely solely on logic this week. A softer approach may be needed. You are strongly connected yo your inner wisdom this week. Breathe into the feeling. You’ve got this!

♑️ Capricorn - 8 of Wands: There is a lot of movement around you this week. This may be literal movement for some of you, such as travel or mobility in the work place. However, for many of you this card is referring to the movement of information. Messages are arriving and situations that were once shrouded in uncertainties are now becoming clear. Pay close attention to any signs or messages you receive this week, as they will contain important information for your benefit. If you have the opportunity to make a choice this week, do so immediately. This is not the time to be waiting around. If an opportunity presents itself, act on it. You don’t want to run the risk of missing out on something wonderful. At the same time, be sure to be sourcing your decisions on a foundation of clarity and understanding. Make sure you know what you’re doing. 8 of wands energy runs the risk of being scattered. Don’t go chasing after things willy nilly or you won’t get the results you are hoping for.

♒️ Aquarius - The Moon: This week, you may find yourself walking the delicate balance between the dream world and cold logic. You are deeply connected to your intuition this week, and that connection can be a great source of inspiration and guidance. However, it will be necessary for you to fact check at times. If something is making you react with fear, anxiety or worry, that is a sign to examine the matter a little more deeply. What is clouding your judgement? What preconceived notions or deeply held beliefs are influencing your reactions? Once you uncover the answers, the way forward will seem much more clear. Additionally, don’t allow fear to make decisions for you. You need to move beyond the literal, and get to the real heart of the matter. This may be done through questioning, soul searching or by simply being tenacious about a situation.

♓️ Pisces - 6 of Cups: You may find yourself feeling nostalgic this week, or experiencing a deep longing for the way things used to be in the past. It is likely that these memories hold a deep sense of comfort and security for you. It’s alright to take comfort in them and to use them as a source of strength, but take care to not cling too much to the past. You may find that clinging too hard to the past will prevent you from moving forward. We all reminisce at times, but do not forget that your power resides in the present moment. For better or worse, we cannot change the past. It is in the present moment that you can determine where you life will lead you. Take action steps that align you with what you want to achieve.

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know-the-way · 5 years ago

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(1/?) Talking about their fire scene.. I have seen interpretations about it being an abuse of authority from Faustus, and that he manipulated her to sleep with him. It is an interpretation and a valid one, I totally respect it. But me, personally, I have an entirely different take on that one. I actually thought it was their most genuine/spontaneous interaction. Which is a lot, considering their relationship was about how they could manipulate the other, in order to do what they wanted (while

(2/?) having an unspoken history and intense sexual desire for the other. Like, that night Faustus was in the house to talk (manipulate) Ambrose into uplifting his sentence and all that. When Faustus arrives to the Spellman’s house he doesn’t flirt with her even barely says hi. Same when she catched him in the door, he was leaving, that day he wasn’t there to see her. So everything that came afterwards wasn’t planned or calculated, uncharted territory, so to speak. True, when she ambushes him in

(3/?) the door she leans towards him in an extra close manner (which makes him to do the literal combination of this faces:🤨😏), but actually she wasn’t flirting with him at that moment, she was trying that no one in the house heard. It was clear she truly wanted to relieve her spiritual crisis. Since the begging of the show we saw that she was interested in rekindling the relationship, but she actually wasn’t aming to do that on that moment. Then, during the beginning of the confession, he

(4/?) doesn’t even look at her, and as the confession progresses, he starts to lean towards her and it can be seen how he strokes her hand somehow affectionately. And they get intimate, not physically (that one came later) but like they shared their weakness and problems with each other (sure, Faustus’ where stupid AF, but it seemed he truly was meaning what he was sharing with her). Moreover, he kinda comforted her when he said that the DL accepted weakness etc, look at her face: she wasn’t

(5/?) expecting that empathy from a/her high priest. I am sorry of this was a long af rant, but, as someone said, quarantine is not good for a shippers brain. I think that this was the literal best spellwood scene, it showed their complexity, a lot of chemestry, a glimpse into their story and emotional intimacy. That scene and that kiss are, character and story wise, winners. I can’t believe what the writers did to them afterwards. I would love to hear what do you think :)

Your question is the one I have specifically been building up my energy for, so I’m sorry it’s taken me so long, but I wanted to address it properly and with equal care to what you put into it.

First things first - I agree so hard with your analysis and that it probably was the most genuine and raw emotional exchange we saw between them the entirety of part 1.

HOWEVER, I do think there was still mutual manipulation happening in that scene. I think the scene culminated in a moment they mutually wanted at that point (and that they both saw coming from the near start of the conversation), but the dance they performed to get there wasn’t without one or another’s guiding hand at any given time.

Do I think Zelda asked for private confession only to be intimate with Faustus? No, I don’t. I think she truly did want to relieve herself of her sins and ensure she/her family still had security within the coven. But I think once the opportunity unfolded as he explained the challenge to his faith from Constance rigging the Feast of Feasts (a tradition he stated, while under the powers of Hilda’s truth cake, was divine instruction from the Dark Lord himself to reinstate), Zelda didn’t stop what she (perceivably) saw coming.

So I can only take his solemn re-telling of that event (“a challenge to my faith after my wife’s transgression”) to be genuine. Because, thanks to Sabrina’s influence, he nearly cancelled the Feast of Feasts altogether, even though - again - the truth cake had him swearing it was the Dark Lord’s will. So he nearly committed heresy, as a high priest under the impression that his faith in the Dark Lord was not as strong as Sabrina’s logic to end it. Which originated from Constance’s interference in the ritual.

But then Mildred, ya know... did the thing and proved to Faustus that the Dark Lord would always find a way. And he very nearly offended the Dark Lord greatly.

So I think when he expresses the fear he felt to Zelda, it was a genuine effort to relate to her and reassure her. And - in my interpretation - at the same Zelda realizes the conversation has become more intimate than anticipated (she now has a secret about the high priest’s insecurity), he lets slip that he’s also not getting sex from his wife.

And oh bitch, shit gets real. Again - my interpretation only here - yes, he is actively trying to manipulate Zelda into sleeping with him at that point. And he is absolutely using his “allure” as high priest (abusing his power) in the process, but I think Zelda is FULLY aware that’s what he’s doing. She is far too observant and far too intelligent to not see right through him. I personally cannot see her as unassuming prey in this situation because of how she claps her hand over his and says “No” as in “ya don’t say” about Constance refusing him in bed and leans into him with beseeching eyes like “Okay you bastard, now’s the time... enough with the bloody speech mate, we get it, we ALL get it, just get on with it.”

So I don’t think she has ANY sympathy when she whispers “Faustus” and he crumbles to his knees. I think she was just saying “green light, I would like passionate emo sex, too, and I know you’re more than capable, plus I see this as a great opportunity for me rise in the ranks of the coven, so let’s carry on, shall we?”

The bonus comes from their (at that point, unconfirmed) history together. The kiss is tentative at the first taste, but then it’s like they both remember they’ve kissed each like this before. And that it meant something once. He pulls her up tight to him, she rests a hand on his shoulder, and he breaks away to look over her face, both breathless. And the kicker, the absolute CHOICE of Richard/Miranda/whoever directed that episode to have him gently hold her face while looking at her adoringly for half a second while she hooks her hand over his forearm... that said everything it needed to.

In summary, my opinion - that scene alone displayed the complex dynamic between Sister Zelda and the high priest who both respect their faith, the power it gives them, and the Dark Lord. Zelda Spellman and Faustus Blackwood who have known each for decades upon decades and can anticipate each other’s next move with amused certainty. And finally Zelda and Faustus, who - in all their years of playing games - have never been able to quite figure out or explain the very peculiar attachment they have to one another.

It’s frustratingly saturated with subtext and I LOVE it so much.

Now. Does the fact that they were both playing some emotional games make it okay/healthy/acceptable/etc? No, of course not. They are very much still using each other here and Faustus, in a position of power, holds more responsibility for it certainly.

But I just personally feel there were more layers to the scene than that.

(I started to run out of energy towards the end, so I’m sorry if I stop making sense half-way through, but thank you for your question! It was a pleasure to dissect that scene with your interpretation to guide me. xx)

#spellwood #faustus blackwood #zelda spellman #caos #for those who don’t understand

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mrlnsfrt · 4 years ago

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The Woman I Love

Recently I shared my thoughts on how I see my wife and how I admire her beauty. (read My Beautiful Wife) However, to only talk about her physical beauty is to greatly diminish who she is.

I met my wife when I was 14. She was 13. We attended the same church and she became good friends with my sister. I spent one year getting to know her and I realized we were often involved in ministry together at church. As we talked I realized we had similar values. When I was 16 and she was 15 I presented her with a plan. I needed to finish high school and I would go to college and four years later I would graduate. Then I would find a job and as soon as I had a job I would marry her. I did the math and told her it would take about 7 years. I then asked her if she would like to be my girlfriend.

She said yes.

I then asked her parents for permission to date her. I wanted to make this official. I wanted everyone to know we were dating. At 16 I believed I had found the woman who would be my partner for the rest of my life, the one who would one day be my wife. I asked her to be my girlfriend on November 4, 2000. She said yes! We have been together ever since. We never broke up, didn’t even take a “break.” During my 4 years of college, we were 1,026 miles apart. Many doubted our relationship would survive the long distance. But we made it work. For four years we would only see each other twice a year, during Winter and Summer breaks. It was not easy. But I had found someone spectacular. I prayed often about our relationship and we worked through all the struggles and difficulties and challenges, always facing them together.

During those four years, we really worked on our communication skills. I cannot emphasize how important it is to have strong communication skills, and trust. I have always completely trusted my wife, and I believe she trusts me in the same way. We have always respected each other. My relationship with my wife is not a story of love at first sight, but rather a story of two people coming together and investing daily in their relationship allowing love to grow strong over time. Our story is one of two people who decided to make it work, who decided to invest and refused to quit when challenges and difficulties came.

Now we are celebrating our 13th year of marriage! We have two kids and have lived our entire married life away from our family. My work has taken me to many different places and we have never enjoyed having our parents or siblings around. We have always had each other and realized that it’s all we need. We love our family, and love when we have the opportunity to spend time together. But as long as we have each other, and our kids, we are fine, we are happy. I am not saying this is easy, or ideal, but it has been our reality.

My wife is an incredible woman. She is smart, she is driven, she is dedicated, and dependable. Ever since our kids were born my wife is first and foremost a mother. She homeschooled our children until my son went into 1st grade and my daughter went into kindergarten. She continues to be heavily involved with the school my children attend. She is especially involved with our kid’s spiritual life. For many years she was their Sabbath-school teacher, when there was no class for their age group, she started one. She also started different ministries for kids the age of my kids (Discovery Club, Adventurer Club…) I don’t mean to just write a resume, for my wife, I just wanted to share enough for you to get the idea that she is heavily involved and willing to research and try and start new things if she believes it will benefit our kids.

Even before we had kids, she was heavily involved in ministry, teaching at the school, starting a Pathfinder Club, etc. My wife has been such a blessing in my life. I say this because we are both involved in ministry, we both love it. We both love and value our kids. Our values match. We value our relationship with God, we value the physical health of our family (eating healthy, exercising, etc.) we love nature, we love music (playing and singing, making sure the kids have lessons, etc.) Because our values line up, that means that how we spend our resources also matches. We invest our time, energy, and money into the same things. This reduces much friction in our relationship, and whenever we do face challenges, we are united.

God has a central role in our lives and we are greatly blessed.

So yes, I believe my wife is beautiful (My Beautiful Wife). But what makes her special goes far beyond. She is someone that I trust completely. She is someone that I know will always be there for me. I know she supports me and will never leave me. I love doing things that she likes, things that put a smile on her face. She knows I would never leave her and that she has my full support.

I have an amazing wife, and I treat her like the amazing person that she is. I want my wife to always feel secure in my love for her, regardless of what happens. Even when we disagree, I never want my wife to question my love for her. I see this as part of my mission as her husband. God has placed her in my life, she is a great blessing in my life, and I believe God has called me to bless and protect and love and care for my wife. So I look forward to spending the rest of my life investing in my relationship with my wife, in my marriage, in the woman I love.

This is my story. At least how I see it.

I don’t mean this to be prescriptive. It is a description of my life.

I am very happy, and I am looking forward to what the future holds.

#Personal #love #relationship #Marriage

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storiesofwildfire · 5 years ago

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{ plotted starter for @thefateofwar -- Kratos and Faye }

♔—- War raged on throughout Yggdrasil. The Aesir and the Vanir fought violently against one another, though any who could see the war free of Asgard’s corrupted viewpoints understood that it was through no real fault of Vanaheim. Odin stood as a precursor to all that followed, a tyrant who forced and bent the wills and hands of millions and those who did not agree were quickly slaughtered.

The bloodshed quickly spread to many of the realms, which left the woman with little choice but to protect her own. The Jötnar suffered greatly at the hands of the Aesir as they refused to bend the knee and join the Gods new conquest for domination. Asgard sought to destroy them so thoroughly and leave them with no way to fight back that they even stole a powerful, ancient relic from her people.

The Casket of Ancient Winters, by many, was viewed as little more than a weapon, something that could send entire realms into an eternal ice age that would likely kill less powerful beings. For Jötunheim, though, it was a way of life, a source that kept their realm healthy and powerful. Without it, her people whithered away, afraid to have more children for fear of what would happen to them.

Laufey had no children, but she was regarded as one of the most powerful among them, gifted with many forms of Seidr that gave her an advantage in battle and preparation for the future. Fierce in battle but kind in heart, she stood as a delicate balance of both one to be feared and one to turn to in times of great struggle.

The realm knew she would make a marvelous queen, but she was not yet ready to take up the mantle that would eventually be passed down to her. So much needed to be done and if she had been tied to a throne, she would not have the freedom to roam as her tasks required of her. Many begged her to stay, to reconsider any sort of departure, to sit on the throne where they could protect her, but she refused that request, insisting that she would act as their protector, not the other way around.

Once Jötunheim stood safely amongst the realms of Yggdrasil and her path secured, then she would return and take up the burden that had loomed over her for so many eons.

Leaving her own behind hadn’t been easy. She prepared herself emotionally, spiritually, and physically for the departure, but she never could have been ready for how it felt to leave her home on her own. Even though her quest stood as a noble one and she knew without her efforts, her people would not endure, parting ways hit her in the chest with vicious intensity. Heartbreak along with a crippling fear that she may never see her home again nearly convinced her not to go, but if she ever hoped to take up the crown and call herself Queen, she had to protect those she would rule first. If she could not do that, then she was not worthy of such a role.

Whether she truly wanted said role was another story entirely. Without a doubt, she would be the most prepared she or any other person could be, but that did not mean she wished to rule or lead. If and when the time came, she would take her place on the throne of Jötunheim, but for the good of her people, not for her own personal desire or quest for power.

With that in mind, she took nothing but a small, worn travel sack and an axe with her to Midgard.

Upon arrival, she took great care in keeping her presence there unknown, even taking the form of a beautiful, young mortal-passing woman rather than the much larger form most common to her. She roamed, getting a feel for the land as well as decerning the best place for her to stop and make a home, however temporary or permanent that might be.

She held no fear in sleeping under the stars with little in the way of shelter. Jotun were built to endure the harshest of winters and she barely felt a thing when trapped by the snow or harsh winds or rain. So long as she could build a fire and hunt, she would endure, which is exactly what she settled in to do on the night that she met him.

A day of hunting produced a wild boar and a few rabbits. It was true, her appetite ranged far wider than that of a simple mortal woman and she held no reason to modesty when she traveled on her own. The kills would provide her enough meat to last a few days at least and would allow her to travel lightly without worrying about what she would be eating the next day. Their pelts would also prove to be useful for armor and clothing and the woman was nothing short of crafty.

As the setting sun dipped behind the snow-covered mountains, she conjured a flame that flickered a brilliant mix of emerald and sapphire before cooling to warmer and more natural tones of orange and yellow. The scent of roasting meat filled the air. Protective enchantments surrounded her campsite, so no unwanted guest--human, animal, or otherwise--would pass through undetected. Extreme, perhaps, but with Odin himself wishing for her death, she couldn’t afford to be too careful.

The flames died down as the woman ate and laid her head to rest on her pack, magic keeping them alive enough to produce a small amount of warmth and light without the risk of drawing too much attention. She’d only just nodded off when a violent shiver shot up her spin. One of her wards had been disturbed and she sat upright, eyes alert and bright in search of who or what might have trespassed into her temporary sanctuary.

In a second, she called her weapon to her, a large axe carefully crafted with fine metalwork and etchings along the blade itself as well as the long neck. Rather than lung at the man who neared her--and he was quite easy to see even in the dim lighting given his massive size. He wasn’t mortal, that she could say with certainty, but she wasn’t quite sure what she could call him--she leapt up with quick, elegant agility and dragged the head of her weapon through the snow she rested herself upon. Cool, white sparkles illuminated by the dying fire flared up, but a powerful burst of magic radiated through the ground towards the giant, effortlessly sending him flying.

The irony of thinking him a giant was not lost on her. Oh, how she would laugh on that later. Mortals were so tiny and she still hadn’t grown used to this small, delicate-appearance she’s taken up purely so eyes would not turn upon her and know immediately who she was.

With him temporarily off his feet, she advanced, quick and graceful despite the size of the weapon she pulled along with her, prepared to swing at any sign of violent intent. Killing never came as something she enjoyed, but she long since accepted that it was a harsh reality of survival. With war flaring up all around the Nine Realms, without a willingness to take another’s life, you would not live to see tomorrow and if you died, those who relied on you would soon follow.

“State your name and your business,” she ordered, the soft voice booming with intense sternness that she would come to find rivaled the man before her. “And I advise you to do so quickly if you wish to keep your head attached to your shoulders. Most friendly travelers offer friendly greeting before sneaking their way into someone else’s camp."

As far as she was concerned, she’d offered him extreme kindness in not harming him further. Many in her position would not offer him a chance to explain himself, choosing instead of strike quickly and ensure their own safety. It saddened her that the worlds operated in such a fashion, but she understood the reason.

Still, she could not bring herself to show cruelty in the face of her own safety. She could defend herself, so it did her no harm to give him a chance.

“What do you want?”

#thefateofwar #c; kratos #( side muse ) laufey #( private verse ; thefateofwar ) he called me atreus though i know not why #( ship ; thefateofwar ) in love we stand. in death we conquer. in us we believe.#( ship ) laufey x kratos #( long response ) if it were easy everyone would do it #closed starter #{ uuuuuh??? We really gay on main for Loki's parents huh?#am I sorry?#no #I'm not sorry #not at all #but also please give Faye a reason to literally kick your ass Kratos #please #you know you want to #{ eyes emoji }

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5thhouse-revelations · 6 years ago

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"The Heart of Humanity”

What has man made that goes beyond the value of human connection? As the world of human accomplishment grows, so does the void that isolates the spirit from everyday life. Accomplishment is at the pinnacle of humanity’s focus, as it appears to assure so many things. It seems to assure survival in most cases, since so many view “accomplishment” as being unanimous with the acquirement of money. It assures that someone will be removed from stagnancy, while moving forward and blazing the trail further into whatever seemingly collective goal we have set now. The vagueness of this Universal goal escapes attention from those at the top, with plenty to spare. Material accomplishments and success are the things universally asked of, by mothers and fathers and grandparents. Our parentage so lovingly, but perhaps naively, expects these things of us and for us, without questioning the depth of validity that these premises contain. This is not true of all parents of course, it’s just an example of one of the many sources of our material focus.

I myself have longed for these premises: only now at 28 stopping to consider what they could possibly hold inside of them that overcomes the miracle of human connection. Here I have been isolating myself, hopefully in the pursuit of my goals, while opportunities for soulful connections to humanity continue to wither. I choose the deep complexity (because, for some reason, I feel I cannot be successful materially without becoming more complicated) of self analysis and criticism, over the simplicity of being in the presence of others who don’t care at all whether I’m complex or materially accomplished. The fact that they care that I am authentically happy supersedes any complexity I might contain within myself, especially if such complexity gets in the way of my becoming whole through human interaction.

It is commonly observed, although I’m not sure it’s fully proven, that those who feel less than the common person will reach the top of any ladder they wish to climb. These people are said to manipulate those lower than them in their career fields, and so they perpetrate this scheme of “feel less to get ahead”; “worry not about the most common man, or his propensity for emotional injury.” The system we have now thrives on this sort of success method: as we see corporations, not connecting to humanity and its ideals, but simply exploiting them. They take our love of father, love of mother, love of spiritual faith, love of the Nation we are born in, and they easily turn it into money. This is simply an example of loss of human connection through material accomplishment and reward, and this is what I want to focus on in this essay. Not only that, but I feel drawn to explain the ways I see obsession with success as a major cause of isolation.

It’s very likely that the saddest part of our state of existence is that there is no way around striving for material success anymore. Though this is true and most of us must work in order to survive and provide, I do believe the positive is that we can always become more aware of how much focus we give to the concepts of material success in itself. We can always choose to remove small amounts of our focus from it at a time, thus living a life more dictated through the heart than through obligation to succeed in areas that are alien to our own authentic expressions. A mind that begins to value the material aspects of success less and less, will become a mind that zeroes in on resourceful ways to circumvent it, and surrender the more unnecessary trappings of it. An example of this could be a parent who endlessly works late for that tiny bit of extra money, rather than spending more time with their child. If they chose to value the material just that small amount less, a trade could be made no matter how risky it may seem. They could then choose the fulfillment of spending more time with their child than pursuing the nickels and dimes extra they would receive by working late. Forgive me for sounding naive myself, and please know that I am not singling out parents who work hard as an example of failing to connect to their authenticity or to the heart of humanity. It’s just that I am someone who is always trying to find ways to mentally conceive of a reality in which money is not valued above the emotional fulfillment of humanity as a whole. This task puts me at risk for sounding stupid, inexperienced and like a know it all when really, I am just expressing my desires for the collective of human beings to transcend the fleeting reality of the dollar.

I am not saying we should abandon the monetary system forever, either. It is my wish entirely that we could all utilize our talents and pursue the monetary from there, because then our focus is not just on the material. It’s almost impossible for a person to do what they love for a living, and also entirely fulfill the sacrifice mainstream corporatism asks of the human soul. When we do what we love for a living, our soul comes to life, and it leads the way into the lives of others as well. The point I’m trying to make is that our sole focus on material success is often (but not solely) what brings us feelings of isolation, loneliness and inadequacy. To center our focus on what man-made society has deemed “productive” and “successful” brings us into a state of devotion to it. It is incredible what the strength of devotion to a concept will do to transform a person’s life. I will use myself as an example, though I am not a very good one and I apologize greatly.

In my early 20s I worked menial jobs but I had to work REALLY hard to even acquire one, as my education status was lowly in comparison to my competition: having dropped out of highschool and never attended college. When I finally did acquire my first minimum wage job, I spent all my focus upon earning and saving money. I so badly wanted to be the person who could succeed at the man made successes of life: savings, bill paying, property owning. I wanted these things so badly that I began to value them greatly, thinking my heartfelt connections to existence, and to other human beings would follow in its wake. It formed a devotion to the material that I didn’t even realize was happening. Now that I look back on this, I realize how much I failed to sum up my own connection to the heart of humanity. I had no energy left to value anything other than what my actions were attempting to accomplish, and this was because of my devotion to material goals. It was not until I took the most major risk of my life, which was to go out on a limb and pursue my creativity, that my life opened up on such a deep and heart-centered level.

With the commitment to overturn a focus upon material accomplishments comes a risky way of living. I never know where my money is going to come from now, and often it comes very randomly and sporadically. There are plenty of times when external reality will set in and I wonder if I made a mistake, and then I remember that we are all living within a system that values devotion to the material cause over a meaningful way of life; I see how much I would willingly surrender in order to see this break down. More often than not, I see the beauty of not adhering to this system anymore, but mostly I wish I could help others through it. It’s my dream that everyone on Earth could playfully explore the meaning of their existence, and I believe that is different for everyone, but I have painfully become aware of the fact that this material pursuit is the most real version of reality that has ever played out. However bleak it seems, still I am seeing more and more people feel brave enough to ask more from life, and this is what brings me the most joy; even more joy than my own successes. The fact that my generation is somewhat refusing to fully take this system of overwhelming sacrifice to the material, is what keeps me motivated to encourage the talents of others, and hopefully I am on my way to connecting to the heart of humanity on the truest level within my capacity.

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babyworu · 6 years ago

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Tipsy

Original Story: Mo Dao Zu Shi

Original Author: MXTX

Characters: Lan WangJi x Wei WuXian

Rating: M || Relationship: MxM

Warnings: None || Word Count: 3,142

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“Um, HanGuang-Jun, just what exactly is it that you’re doing?”

He’d known it maybe wasn’t the best idea and really he had been prepared for whatever may come, or at least he thought he’d be ready, but now Wei WuXian found himself in a bit of a predicament. With his arms bound tightly over his head, he saw his half naked body reflected along a large, floor to ceiling mirror that was leaning against the wall. He was on his knees with only his pants on and his robes laying half hazard to the side having been discarded shortly after Wei WuXian had tricked Lan WangJi into drinking a sip of sweet liquor.

Lan WangJi remained silent as his half lidded, golden eyes visually traced over the dips and curves of Wei WuXian’s back.

“Is it really ok to use your precious head band for such a thing? Tying me up so tightly I can hardly move my arms. And what did you tie it to anyway, the ceiling? That doesn’t make sense. You truly do wonders when drunk, HanGuang-Jun.”

Again there was no reply but Wei WuXian was used to it. Lan WangJi tended to ignore things that didn’t go along with his drunken plan. On their own these actions really weren’t that much out of the ordinary. Wei WuXian had prepared himself to deal with being tied up, maybe attempted disrobement and Lan WangJi possibly ignoring some of his commands but he hadn’t expected to be pounced from behind after turning his back fore less than a second! Really it had been only a second and despite his request for Lan WangJi to grant him release he’d only received a very assertive “Mn.”

Wei Wuxian sighed and hung his head in tired defeat. He felt Lan WangJi, who was kneeling behind him, lean in closer, resting his cool forehead against Wei WuXian’s warm back. The contact make him shiver slightly and Lan WangJi’s warm breath tickled his skin. He’d opened his mouth to comment but a pair of beautifully pale, slender hands made their way to Wei WuXian’s chest and started fondling him. Their grip was confident but gentle and Wei WuXian could swear there may even be a hint of desperation as the pale hands roamed and explored his upper body as if wanting to memorize every rise and fall and imperfection in his body. It was a very thorough investigation, not even Wei WuXian himself had taken the time to get to know all the little details of the body that had been so kindly (?) offered to him, it was a little bizarre to think of it in this way but on the other hand it was also very touching.

To be perfectly honest, although not what he’d initially intended, Wei WuXian couldn’t complain about his current situation. He knew, really really really deep down inside, this was kind of what he’d hoped would happen all along. Not necessarily this scenario specifically, but ever since crossing one small boundary after another part of him had wanted to be even closer to Lan WangJi and now that this was happening, now that he was pretty much at his mercy, he felt so…free.

How ironic that it took his body to be restrained for his desires to find release. It was a little unfair on his part, the fact that he was taking advantage of Lan WangJi’s low alcohol tolerance in hopes of being dominated by him. Like this he could easily blame Lan WangJi for everything. He was tied up, restrained, and completely at his mercy… it was exactly how he wanted to be. Having just recently confessed to each other, albeit maybe not in the most eloquent way, it had been earnest and honest and oh so awkward afterwards. Wei WuXian hadn’t known how to approach Lan WangJi and tell him he wanted be held. It was so embarrassing!! He’d never fallen in love with anyone before. Never confessed to anyone. And he’d never been loved so deeply and passionately either.

Just as Wei WuXian had been so many of Lan Wangji’s firsts he was also many of his. So in a desperate call for attention, Wei WuXian clumsily fell right into what he wanted, as he tended to do.

Feeling that Wei WuXian wasn’t focusing on him Lan WangJi rolled the blushing pink nipples that were exposed to him between his fingers before giving them a pinch. Wei WuXian gasped and arched his back, pressing back against the cool fingers that contrasted against his quickly heating skin.

“Wei Ying.” Called a low, silky voice coming from a pair of soft lips that were pressed closely against his ear.

“Y-Yes, HanGuang-Jun?” Wei WuXian bit his lips trying to suppress the moans that were rising from his throat.

“Stay.” The command was followed by kisses down and around Wei WuXian’s neck. “Stay here.”

Slender fingers trailed slowly down the shorter one’s body. “Stay? Where do you think I can go being tied up like this? With my level of spiritual power there’s no way I can get out of these on my own.”

“No,” He corrected, “stay here with me.”

Wei WuXian wasn’t really understanding what this drunk was saying but it didn’t matter, his mind went completely blank a moment later when he found his most vulnerable area trapped within those beautiful, long fingers Lan WangJi used to play the guqin with. Lan WangJi’s free hand drew mindless patters along his chest and abdomen leaving fiery ghosts trails where he touched.

His jaw went slack as he failed to voice his pleasure. His body tensed against his taller partner and slowly his voice was coaxed out of him as Lan WangJi expertly moved his fingers along his pulsing member rubbing, kneading and pinching, working him like an instrument. Wei WuXian moaned and parted his legs a little bit wider. He jerked and gasped as Lan WangJi sunk his teeth into his shoulder leaving two mirroring crescent shapes on his skin. Lan WangJi then licked the wound as if to heal it and sucked on it until a red mark bloomed. He followed down his shoulder blade and rose up his neck leaving kisses and bite marks.

Wei WuXian caught Lan WangJi’s expression in the mirror before them, he seemed please, admiring his work. He then looked at himself in the mirror with his face flushed, hair disheveled, nipples perked up and rosy and canting is hips wantonly into Lan WangJi’s hand. He immediately felt embarrassed.

“Han-HanGuang-Jun, can we…can we please cover the mirror? We shouldn’t be looking like this. It’s shameless isn’t it? Wouldn’t you say it’s shameless?!”

He usually wasn’t all that concerned about his appearance. Not that Wei WuXian himself didn’t care about looking good, but he hadn’t had to care much ever since inhabiting this body. He’d been looked at with disgust and disdain ever since he awoke so besides cleaning up a bit he’d not bothered to really see himself after his initial evaluation. He admitted it wasn’t a bad body nor face, really quite handsome when cared for properly, and despite his cultivation skills being pretty weak he was still flexible and nimble.

However, that and this were two completely different things. He stared at his reflection, with that slacken jaw and lustful eyes, and he couldn’t recognize himself. Not only did he just now seem to be growing a conscious about the actions he was doing with the body that had been sacrificed to him…he also felt his heart squeeze painfully in his chest as he watched Lan WangJi lovingly kiss a body and whisper to a face he was quickly losing familiarity with.

Tears swelled up in his eyes as he watched his reflection change from lustful to sadness.

“HanGuang-Jun…please…please I don’t want to see. I don’t want to be shameful. Let me cover the mirror. Please don’t make me watch.”

Wei Wuxian held back his tears and felt his face become hotter. Lan WangJi continued playing with his lover’s body, rubbing the tip of his cock and smearing pre-cum down his shaft. They locked eyes in the mirror, the sharp, honey colored eyes taking in Wei WuXian’s expression.

“Then don’t.” He said simply and his free hand came up and shielded his lover’s eyes. “Don’t see and just be here with me.”

Wei WuXian tugged on the headband that bound his arms but to no avail. He wriggled his body in a half-hearted attempt to move way from his love’s touch. It was a weak and pointless protest. He knew it was all in his head and it was stupid that now of all times is when he was feeling insecure. If it had been the old him he’d be much more arrogant and confident. If he were in his own body he’d feel more comfortable. He’d be able to enjoy this.

If he hadn’t died he could have happily appreciated watching their reflection in the mirror as they lost themselves in each other’s heat.

Warm pre-cum was dripping down his thigh and he could hear the dirty sounds of Lan WangJi’s hand pumping his cock. He felt the now hot fingers rubbing the head and pulling his foreskin back. He could feel his hips involuntarily rocking into the pleasure and he hated it but loved it at the same time.

“Ah, no…don’t! Stop.” He moaned, “I don’t want…to be shameful. I don’t want to bring you shame.”

The warmth left him and feeling his eyes uncovered Wei WuXian blinked away the dark, a few tears rolling down his face, but feeling guilty he looked away from the mirror and the one behind him. Lan WangJi’s hands rested obediently on his thighs, which were trembling slightly from the arousal, his thumbs drawing circles on his skin.

“Wei Ying” Hearing his name called so tenderly the greatly feared Yiling Patriarch, who had once slaughtered countless of cultivators, now stood quiet feeling as though he would break down crying if he spoke. “Look at me.” More tears swelled up and Wei WuXian bit his lip stubbornly refusing to turn his head or make a sound.

“Please, look at me.”

So bossy…is what he wanted to think but with such a pleading voice how could he not. Wei WuXian turned his head, eyes cast down. Lan WangJi was patient and waited until Wei WuXian met his eyes, though his face remained facing down but his gleaming eyes peaked up shyly from underneath his thick eyelashes.

Lan WangJi turned his beloved’s face toward him with barely a whisper of a touch and let his fingers rest on his chin. “In this time have I said that you’ve been shameful?”

Wei WuXian nibbled on his bottom lip for a few heartbeats before shaking his head.

“This, what we are doing, I don’t feel that it is shameful.” He paused, waiting for their eyes to meet again. “But if I’ve made you feel ashamed, I’m sorry.”

Again the other shook his head. “No….no,no no,no,no it isn’t you. This is all my fault. Everything is me…I’m the one who…” Wei WuXian could feel his heart beating in his throat and he swallowed hard trying to erase the embarrassment and shame he felt. The guilt. They stared at each other, Wei WuXian searching deep into those molten gold eyes that were looking at him with such a deep and pure love that he felt like he could drown in them and die happily. He studied his lover’s face. His sharp eyes, thin, dark eyebrows, and elegant face that looked as though it had been sculpted by angels, framed by raven black hair. He breathed in that familiar smell of sandalwood and slowly felt himself relax. He became conscious of the places their bodies made contact, Lan WangJi’s thumb still drawing circles on his thigh. “I’m the one who is thinking silly things.” His eyes fell onto a pair of soft, slightly parted lips and Wei WuXian felt parched. “Kiss me. I want to kiss and hold and feel you.”

As if by magic the band fell from the ceiling allowing Wei WuXian to lower his arms. They ached slightly from being held up for so long but he could ignore the pain. He was much too busy enjoying the taste of Lan WangJi’s lips and tongue, He mewled, leaning into the kiss, moaning and turning his body to be able to wrap his tied arms around his beloved.

Lan WangJi placed Wei WuXian on his lap and resumed his exploration of this new body. His hands massaged his muscular thighs, cushioned with a bit of plumpness. He spread his heat up the pale torso, pulling playfully at the rosy buds, sucking on his nipples while his fingers trailed back down and once again started pumping Wei WuXian’s sadly neglected cock.

Wei WuXian threw his head back allowing himself to moan freely and loudly. He rocked his hips and stopped thinking, he focused only on the feeling of Lan WangJi’s fingers, lips and breath moving and touch his everything. Soft kisses covered his exposed neck and he gasped feeling a finger press gently against his twitching entrance before pushing in. Lan WangJi thrusted his finger in and out, curling it on occasion and pressing experimentally. A few bites along his collarbone distracted him from the second finger that started scissoring and opening him.

“Ah~ HanGuang-Jun…good….it feels really good.” Wei Wuxian felt his chest rise and fall, his breathing a little harder and more irregular. He felt a shock, like a bolt of electricity, run through him after Lan WangJi pressed his fingers in deeper, three now inside him. His reaction did not go unnoticed, the corner’s of Lan WangJi’s lips curling upwards. “What are you doing looking so proud of yourself? What are you doing to me? This, AH~ …you-are making me…ah, ah~ I can’t even think straight~”

“Good. Stay that way.” Lan WangJi dragged his tongue along Wei WuXian’s chest, who had not yet noticed the impressive cluster of hickeys Lan WangJi had so diligently been working on.

“Enough!” Wei WuXian panted. He’d been feeling Lang WanJi’s hard cock brush against his thigh. Though is fingers were working diligently his hole had been twitching like mad and he couldn’t take it anymore. “I need you in me, now! Thrust into me and fill me! I want to be completely ravished by you.”

A fire surged in Lan WangJi’s eyes that had only been gently burning before. His eyebrows were knitted and he looks angry but the growl that rumbled from his chords was so primal and wanting it made Wei WuXian giggle with excitement as Lan WangJi restrains himself as best he could from slamming his lover onto the ground. He slamed his fist in an attempt to steady himself, his breath ragged. Wei WuXian could see the rise and fall of his chest. Their eyes locked and Lan WangJi reminded him of a tiger ready to pounce.

Wei WuXian was quite the sight. His black hair was fanned against the floor,he’s laying completely naked on the ground, body flushed, his lips red and swollen, blooming hickeys and waking bruises covering his neck and chest. His head was cocked playfully to one side, his body bending in a slight “S” shape, long legs spread on either side of Lang WangJi who was eyeing him hungrily. The restrains on his hands were removed and fell silently.

With renewed confidence Wei WuXian brought his fingers to his lips and brushed against them seductively, pulling on his bottom lip just enough so it bounced back into place accentuating their plushness. He saw Lang WangJi tense up, his eyes burning so fervently Wei WuXian could feel the heat radiating from them. He smiled and licked his fingers, spreading his legs invitingly.

And that’s as much self-control as could be asked of Lan WangJi. He positioned himself and grabed Wei WuXian by the hips, thrusting himself in one go. He growled feeling the warmth engulf him and he could hear Wei WuXian’s pleasured scream in the distance, his head hazy as he was overwhelmed by the pleasure. He took a moment to breathe enjoying the twitching of Wei WuXian’s walls contracting around him

“Say my name.” He commanded as he pulled out before quickly thrusting back in.

“AH! Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan! Good…it feels so good! Give me more. I want you!”

Lan WangJi set a rhythm, pulling out, thrusting back in and rolling his hips to prolong the contact. Wei WuXian trembled beneath him, back curved and head thrown back. He moved his hips tying to meet his thrusts. A few tears rolled down his cheek and his eyes were glazed over but still he reached for him, delicate fingers wanting to pull down the pale beauty but too tired to reach further.

“Lan Zhan! Kiss me! Kiss me!” He begged childishly knowing Lan WangJi would comply.

He did, capturing his lips with heated passion, biting his lower lip and sucking on it. Wei Wuxian moaned, his hands roaming his lover’s back feeling the uneven skin, fingers burying themselves deep into the silky raven locks. They rocked together a few more times before reaching their climax, Wei WuXian’s fingers entangled in Lan WangJi’s hair, back arched and body shaking. He cried out Lan WangJi’s name and the other replied releasing his seed. Out of breath Lan WangJi nuzzled himself on the crook of his lover’s neck, breath ragged and voice dripping with the aftermath of sex.

They laid in each other’s embrace listening to their disjointed breaths and synched heartbeats. Moments of silence passed by but they felt comfortable in the quiet. Lan WangJi closed his eyes feeling nimble fingers play lovingly with his hair, a gentle hand absentmindedly feeling the scars on his back. Wei WuXian broke the silence first.

“Lan Zhan, you better not forget this when you sober up. I went through a lot of stress to build up the courage to give myself to you. If you end up forgetting or pushing me like last time my fragile heart won’t be able to take it.” Wei Wuxian complained. Part of him hoped that by some miracle Lan WangJi could remember the good parts and forget the embarrassing part in the middle but that’d be too much to wish for.

“Mn. I won’t forget.” Lan WangJi promised.

“HA! How can you be so sure. You’ve forgotten pretty much everything the last few times.” Wei WuXian countered, though he was only half serious.

Lan WangJi raised his head to look into Wei WuXian’s eyes and with all sincerity said, ”I won’t forget. I wasn’t drunk to begin with.” And nuzzled back down into the crook of his lover’s neck enjoying the sound of his once again wildly beating heart.

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pamphletstoinspire · 6 years ago

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Gospel Reading and Commentary for Sunday, January 20, 2019 - Roman Catholic - John 2: 1 - 11

1. And the third day there was a marriage in Cana of Galilee; and the mother of Jesus was there:

2. And both Jesus was called, and his disciples, to the marriage.

3. And when they wanted wine, the mother of Jesus said to him, They have no wine.

4. Jesus said to her, Woman, what have I to do with you? mine hour is not yet come.

CHRYS. Our Lord being known in Galilee, they invite Him to a marriage: And the third day there was a marriage in Cana of Galilee. ALCUIN. Galilee is a province; Cana a village in it. CHRYS. They invite our Lord to the marriage, not as a great person, but merely as one they knew, one of the many; for which reason the Evangelist says, And the mother of Jesus was there. As they invited the mother, so they invited the Son: and therefore, Jesus was called, and His disciples to the marriage: and He came, as caring more for our good, shall His own dignity. He who disdained not to take upon Him the form of a servant, disdained not to come to the marriage of servants. AUG. Let the proud man blush to see the humility of God. Lo, among other things, the Son of the Virgin comes to a marriage; He who, when He was with the Father, instituted marriage. BEDE. His condescension in coming to the marriage, and the miracle He wrought there, are, even considering them in the letter only, a strong confirmation of the a faith. Therein too are condemned the errors of Tatian, Marcion, and others who detract from the honor of marriage. For if the undefiled bed, and the marriage celebrated with due chastity, partook at all of sin, our Lord would never have come to one. Whereas now, conjugal chastity being good, the continence of widows better, the perfection of the virgin state best, to sanction all these degrees, but distinguish the merit of each, He deigned to be born of the pure womb of the Virgin; was blessed after birth by the prophetic voice of the widow Anna; and now invited in manhood to attend the celebration of a marriage, honors that also by the presence of His goodness. AUG. What marvel, if He went to that house to a marriage, Who came into this world to a marriage. For here He has His spouse whom He redeemed with His own blood, to whom He gave the pledge of the Spirit, and whom He united to Himself in the womb of the Virgin. For the Word is the Bridegroom, and human flesh the bride, and both together are one Son of God and Son of man. That womb of the Virgin Mary is His chamber, from which he went forth as a bridegroom. BEDE. Nor is it without some mysterious allusion, that the marriage is related as taking place on the third day. The first age of the world, before the giving of the Law, was enlightened by the example of the Patriarchs; the second, under the Law, by the writings of the Prophets; the third, under grace, by the preaching of the Evangelists, as if by the light of the third day; for our Lord had now appeared in the flesh. The name of the place too where the marriage was held, Cana of Galilee, which means, desire of migrating, has a typical signification, viz. that those are most worthy of Christ, who burn with devotional desires, and have known the passage from vice to virtue, from earthly to eternal things. The wine was made to fail, to give our Lord the opportunity of making better; that so the glory of God in man might be brought out of its hiding place: And when they wanted wine, the mother of Jesus said to Him, They have no wine. CHRYS. But how came it into the mother’s mind to expect so great a thing from her Son? for he had done no miracle as yet: as we read afterwards This beginning of miracles did Jesus. His real nature, however, was beginning now to be revealed by John, and His own conversations with His disciples; besides that His conception, and the circumstances of His birth, had from the first given rise to high expectations in her mind: as Luke tells us, His mother kept all these sayings in her heart. Why then did she never ask Him to work a miracle before? Because the time had now come that He should be made known. Before He had lived so much like an ordinary person, that she had not had the confidence to ask Him. But now that she heard that John had borne witness to Him, and that He had disciples, she asks Him confidently. ALCUIN. She represents here the Synagogue, which challenges Christ to perform a miracle. It was customary with the Jews to ask for miracles.

Jesus said to her, Woman, what have I to do with you? AUG. Some who derogate from the Gospel, and say that Jesus was not born of the Virgin Mary, try to draw an argument for their error from this place; for, how, say they, could she be His mother to whom He said, What have I to do with you? Now who is it who gives this account, and on whose authority do we believe it? The Evangelist John. But he himself says, The mother of Jesus was there. Why should He say it, unless both were true. But did He therefore come to the marriage to teach men to despise their mother? CHRYS. That He greatly venerated His mother, we know from St. Luke, who tells us that He was subject unto His parents. For where parents throw no obstacle in the way of God’s commands, it is our duty to be subject to them; but when they demand any thing at an unseasonable time, or cut us off from spiritual things, we should not be deceived into compliance. AUG. To mark a distinction between His Godhead and manhood, that according to His manhood He was inferior and subject, but according to His Godhead supreme, He said, Woman, what have I to do with you?

CHRYS. And for another reason, viz. to prevent any suspicion attaching to His miracles: for these it was proper should be asked for by those who wanted them, not by His mother. He wished to show them that He would perform all in their proper time, not all at once, to prevent confusion; for He said, Mine hour is not yet come; i.e. I am not yet known to the persons present; nay, they know not that the wine has failed; let them find out that first; he who perceives not his want beforehand, will not perceive when his want is supplied. AUG. Or it was because our Lord as God had not a mother, though as man He had, and the miracle He was about to work was the act of His Divinity, not of human infirmity. When therefore His mother demanded a miracle, He, as though not acknowledging a human birth, when about to perform a divine work, said, Woman, what have I to do with you? As if He said, You did not beget that in Me, which works the miracle, My Divinity. (She is called woman, with reference to the female sex, not to any injury of her virginity.) But because you brought forth My infirmity, I will acknowledge you then, when that very infirmity shall hang on the cross. And therefore He adds, Mine hour is not yet come: as if to say, I will acknowledge you when the infirmity, of which you are the mother, shall hang from the cross. He commended His mother to the disciple, when about to die, and to rise again, before her death. But note; just as the Manicheans have found an occasion of error and pretext for their faithlessness in our Lord’s word, What have I to do with you? in the same way the astrologers support theirs from the words, Mine hour is not yet come. For, say they, if Christ had not been under the power of fate, He would never have said this. But let them believe what hat God says below, I have power to lay it (my life) down, and I have power to take it again: and then let them ask, why He says, Mine hour is not yet come: nor let them on such a ground subject the Creator of heaven to fate; seeing that, even were there a fatality in the stars, the Maker of the stars could not be under the dominion of the stars. And not only had Christ nothing to do with fate, as you call it; but neither have you, or any other man. Wherefore said He then, Mine hour is not yet come? Because He had the power to die when He pleased, but did not think it expedient yet to exert the power He was to call the disciples; to proclaim the Kingdom of heaven, to do marvelous works, to approve His divinity by miracles, His humility by partaking of the sufferings of our mortal state. And when He had done all, then the hour was come, not of destiny, but of will, not of obligation, but of power.

5. His mother said to the servants, Whatsoever he says to you, do it.

6. And there were set there six waterpots of stone, after the manner of the purifying of the Jews, containing two or three firkins apiece.

7. Jesus said to them, Fill the waterpots with water. And they filled them up to the brim.

8. And he said to them, Draw out now, and bear unto the governor of the feast. And they bore it.

9. When the ruler of the feast had tasted the water that was made wine, and knew not whence it was: (but the servants which drew the water knew;) the governor of the feast called the bridegroom,

10. And said to him, Every man at the beginning does set forth good wine; and when men have well drunk, then that which is worse: but you have kept the good wine until now.

11. This beginning of miracles did Jesus in Cana of Galilee, and manifested forth his glory; and his disciples believed on him.

CHRYS. Although He had said, Mine hour is not yet come, He afterwards did what His mother told Him, in order to show plainly, that He was not under subjection to the hour. For if He was, how could He have done this miracle before the hour appointed for it? In the next place, He wished to show honor to His mother, and make it appear that He did not go counter to her eventually. He would not put her to shame in the presence of so many; especially as she had sent the servants to Him, that the petition might come from a number, and not from herself only; His mother said to the servants, Whatsoever He says to you, do it. BEDE; As if she said, Though He appear to refuse, He will do it nevertheless. She knew His pity and mercifulness. And there were set there six waterpots of stone, after the manner of the purifying of the Jews, containing two or three firkins apiece. Hydriae are vessels to hold water: hydor being the Greek for water. ALCUIN. Vessels to hold water were there, after the manner of the purifying of Jews. Among other traditions of the Pharisees, they observed frequent washingsCHRYS Palestine being a dry country, with few fountains or wells, they used to fill waterpots with water, to prevent the necessity of going to the river, if they were unclean, and to have materials for washing at hand. To prevent any unbeliever from suspecting that a very thin wine was made by the dregs having been left in the vessels, and water poured in upon them, He says expressly, According to the manner of the purifying of the Jews: which shows that those vessels were never used to hold wine. AUG. A firkin is a certain measure; as urn, amphora, and the like. Metron is the Greek for measure: whence metreta. Two or three, is not to be taken to mean some holding two, others three, but the same vessels holding two or three.

Jesus said to them, Fill the waterpots with water. And they filled them up to the brim. CHRYS. But why did He not world the miracle before they had filled the waterpots, which would have been much more wonderful; inasmuch as it is one thing to change the quality of some existing substance, another to make it that substance out of nothing? The latter miracle would be the more wonderful, but the former would be the more easy of belief. And this principle often acts as a check, to moderate the greatness of our Lord’s miracles: He wishes to make them more credible, therefore He makes them less marvelous; a refutation this of the perverse doctrine of some, that He was a different Being from the Maker of the world. For we see He performs most of His miracles upon subject-matter already existing, whereas were He contrary to the Creator of the world, He would not use a material thus alien, to demonstrate His own power. He did not draw out the water Himself which He made wine, but ordered the servants to do so. This was for the sake of having witnesses of the miracle; And He said to them, Draw out now, and bear unto the governor of the feast. ALCUIN. The Triclinium is a circle of three couches, cline signifying couch: the ancients used to recline upon couches. And the Architriclinus is the one at the head of the Triclinium, i.e. the chief of the guests. Some say that among the Jews, He was a priest, and attended the marriage in order to instruct in the duties of the married state. CHRYS Or thus; It might be said that the guests were drunken, and could not, in the confusion of their senses, tell whether it were water or wine. But this objection could not be brought against the attendants, who must have been sober, being occupied wholly in performing the duties of their service gracefully and in order. Our Lord therefore bid the attendants bear to the governor of the feast; who again would of course be perfectly sober. He did not say, Give to the guests to drink. HILARY; Water is poured into the waterpots; wine is drawn out into the chalices; the senses of the drawer out agree not with the knowledge of the pourer in. The pourer in thinks that water is drawn out; the drawer out thinks that wine was poured in. When the ruler of the feast had tasted the water that was made wine, and knew not whence it was, (but the servants who drew the water knew,) the governor of the feast called the bridegroom. It was not a mixture, but a creation: the simple nature of water vanished, and the flavor of wine was produced; not that a weak dilution was obtained, by means of some strong infusion, but that which was, was annihilated; and that which was not, came to be.

CHRYS. Our Lord wished the power of His miracles to be seen gradually; and therefore He did not reveal what He had done Himself, nor did the ruler of the feast call upon the servants to do so; (for no credit would have been given to such testimony concerning a mere man, as our Lord was supposed to be,) but He called the bridegroom, who was best able to see what was done. Christ moreover did not only make wine, but the best wine. And (the ruler of the feast) said to him, Every man at the beginning does set forth good wine, and when men have well drunk, then that which is worse; but you have kept the good wine until now. The effects of the miracles of Christ are more beautiful and better than the productions of nature. So then that the water was made wine, the servants could testify; that it was made good wine, the ruler of the feast and the bridegroom. It is probable that the bridegroom made some answer; but the Evangelist omits it, only mentioning what it was necessary for us to know, viz. the water being made wine. He adds, This beginning of of miracles did Jesus in Cana of Galilee. It was very necessary to work miracles just then, when His devoted disciples were all collected, and present at the place, attending to what was going on. ID. Should any say that there is not sufficient proof of this being the beginning of miracles, because it is added, in Cana of Galilee, as if some had been preferred elsewhere: we answer, as we did before, that John says below, That He might be made manifest to Israel, therefore have I come baptizing. Now if He had performed miracles in the earlier part of His life, the Jews would not have wanted another person to point Him out. If our Lord in a short time became so distinguished for the number of His miracles, that His Name was known to every one, would He not have been much more so, had He worked miracles from His earliest years? for the things themselves would have been the more extraordinary, being performed by a Child, and in so long a time must have become notorious. It was fit and proper however that He should not begin to work miracles at so early an age: for men would have thought the Incarnation a fantasy, and in the extremity of envy would have delivered Him to be crucified before the appointed time. AUG. This miracle of our Lord’s, turning the water into wine, is no miracle to those who know that God worked it. For the Same that day made wine in the waterpots, Who every year makes wine in the vine: only the latter is no longer wonderful, because it happens uniformly. And therefore it is that God keeps some extraordinary acts in store for certain occasions, to rouse men out of their lethargy, and make them worship Him. Thus it follows, He manifested forth His glory. ALCUIN. He was the King of glory, and changed the elements because He was their Lord. CHRYS. He manifests His glory, as far as related to His own act; and if at the time many knew it not, yet was it afterwards to be heard and known of all. And His disciples believed in Him. It was probable that these would believe more readily, and give more attention to what went on. AUG. If now for the first time they believed on Him, they were not His disciples when they came to the marriage. This however is a form of speech, such as saying that the Apostle Paul was born in Tarsus of Cilicia; not meaning by this that he was an Apostle then. In the same way when we hear of Christ’s disciples being invited to the marriage, we should understand not disciples already, but who were to be disciples. AUG. But see the mysteries which lie hid in that miracle of our Lord. It was necessary that all things should be fulfilled in Christ which were written of Him: those Scriptures were the water. He made the water wine when He opened to them the meaning of these things, and expounded the Scriptures; for thus that came to have a taste which before had none, and that inebriated, which did not inebriate before. BEDE; At the time of our Lord’s appearing in the flesh, the sweet vinous taste of the law had been weakened by the carnal interpretations of the Pharisees. AUG. Now if He ordered the water to be poured out, and then introduced the wine from the hidden recesses of creation, He would seem to have rejected the Old Testament. But converting, as He did, the water into wine, He showed us that the Old Testament was from Himself; for it was as by His order that the waterpots were filled. But those Scriptures have no meaning, if Christ be not understood there. Now we know from what time the law dates, viz. from the foundation of the world. From that time to this are six ages; the first reckoning from Adam to Noah; the second, from Noah to Abraham; the third, from Abraham to David; the fourth, from David to the carrying away into Babylon; the fifth, from that time to John the Baptist; the sixth, from John the Baptist to the end of the world. The six waterpots then denote these six ages of prophecy. The prophecies are fulfilled; the waterpots are full. But what is the meaning of their holding two or three firkins apiece? Had He said three only, our minds would have run immediately to the mystery of the Trinity. Nor perhaps can we reject it, even though it is said, two or three: for the Father and the Son being named, the Holy Ghost may be understood by consequence; inasmuch as it is the love between the Father and the Son, which is the Holy Ghost. Nor should we pass over another interpretation, which makes the two firkins alluded to the two races of men, the Jews and the Greeks; and the three to the three sons of Noah. ALCUIN. The servants are the doctors of the New Testament, who interpret the holy Scripture to others spiritually; the ruler of the feast is some lawyer, as Nicodemus, Gamaliel, or Saul. When to the former then is committed the word of the Gospel, hid under the letter of the law, it is the water made wine, being set before the ruler of the feast. And the three rows of guests at table in the house of the marriage are properly mentioned; the Church consisting of three orders of believers, the married, the continent, and the doctors. Christ has kept the good wine until now, i.e. He has deferred the Gospel till this, the sixth age.

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Hey, I really love this blog! I think your characterisation of everyone is spot-on. I was thinking about this a while ago, and I think you would have a pretty cool take on it so- what does everyone think of Hanzo and Genji's dragons? like, do they trust them, think they're cool or just think "eff them, they don't science"?

Thank you so much for the request, anon! However, I'm going to use this to bring up some of my ideas and headcanons regarding the Shimada Dragons before I get into the character list.I have some very different headcanons than most of the fandom regarding the Dragons. I personally don't see the Dragons as animals, as cute as some of the fanon interpretations are. Rather, I think the Dragons are very representative of both the brothers' souls.First and foremost, in the short "Dragons", Hanzo is heard telling the story of the two dragons of the north and south winds. However, it is revealed later on that the story is a metaphor for his relationship with Genji. Hanzo is personifying himself as the dragon, which makes it hard for me to believe that the Dragons are some sort of separate, animal-like entity from the brothers.Plus, their dragons and how the brothers use them are very representative of their current emotional states. Hanzo, when using his ult., says "Let the dragon consume you", then expels the dragons from his body through the tattoo. Anyone who plays Overwatch knows that walking into the dragons is incredibly harmful to your health. This implies a negative connotation around the dragon, and this reflects Hanzo's view of himself. When visiting Illios, Hanzo says "Such beauty. . . wasted on the soul of a killer". This is Hanzo still regretting killing Genji, and being unable to forgive himself. Hanzo has a very negative view of himself. Contrast this with Genji's dragon. Instead of it exiting his body and causing harm, Genji's dragon stays near him, encircles him, and makes him more powerful. When activating this power, Genji says "The dragon becomes me". This gives the dragon a very positive connotation, in direct contrast with Hanzo's. This reflects Genji's newfound inner peace and acceptance of himself.To summarize:- Hanzo's dragon kills you with the power of self-loathing and depression.- Genji's dragon kills you with the power of confidence. This doesn't mean that the character interactions for this list won't interesting! These boys are still summoning some weird magic-type stuff. This is going to be fun.On to the list! What Overwatch thinks of the Shimada Dragons: Tank:D.va just wants to know how it works! She's asking Genji all sorts of questions (as she's still a little intimidated by Hanzo,) and she's determined to get answers. When Genji starts getting annoyed though, she backs off. She'd just like to see it more often. It's so cool!Orisa is wracking her databases, trying to come up with some sort of explanation. At first she thought the dragons were some sort of technological illusion put on by Genji's armor, but when she found out Hanzo could do it to the idea was a bust. She's still deep in thought about it. She'll probably go ask Zenyatta about it later.Reinhardt is in awe of it, but he's not too surprised. He's always believed in a little bit of magic and the supernatural; he just didn't expect to be proven right. He's a little hesitant to ask Genji about it now, as the ninja was not up to talk about it during Blackwatch.Roadhog tries to avoid working on a team with them. He's half convinced he's seeing things, and half convinced that the brothers are conning the whole thing. Nothing like a big spirit dragon to intimidate your enemies. He's seen just about everything in his life, and he's not about to add something like magic to the list.Winston is intensely curious, but tries to avoid asking questions, as Hanzo is, and Genji used to be, very stand-offish about talking about them. Instead, Winston tries to gather data whenever the dragons come out. Whether it be by measuring the air when a dragon passes by, or making observations of Hanzo's tattoo, he'll find out some amount of truth one way or another.Wrecking Ball thinks the entire thing is some very impressive pyrotechnics. He asks Hanzo how to "make dragons". Hanzo now refuses to speak to him. Hammond is now coming up with a plan to break into Genji's room and find out what their secret is.Zarya at first dismissed the dragons as fake, mocking Genji endlessly about it and making snide remarks to Hanzo once in a while. That is, until she saw them in combat. She then apologized to Hanzo, at least. She's been rather quiet to Genji lately. She doesn't seem to ask any questions about them, perhaps out of respect. Damage:Bastion in fascinated with the Dragons, and tends to get distracted when either of the brothers summon theirs. This can cause problems during battle whenever Bastion is expected to provide covering fire. Outside of battle though, it has asked Genji about the dragons. Genji explained them as best as he could.Doomfist is baffled on how such powerful a force could exist, yet have no records or evidence. He's seen the dragons first hand in battle, in an encounter with Hanzo, but he has yet to come up with a rational explanation for them. Moira couldn't provide answers, and Sombra was unable to come up with any prior history of spirit dragons. He hopes to recruit Hanzo, not just as an asset, but to get an answer on the Dragons as well.Genji isn't quite sure how he and his family have access to the Dragons. All he knows is that it is some sort of ancient power. It thrums constantly within him, and only in moments of true feeling can it be summoned. He used to summon it out of anger, in an almost uncontrollable force. Now he is able to summon it when he needs it most, and it greatly aids him in battle. He has Zenyatta to thank for that.Hanzo isn't nearly so trusting of his Dragons. They are linked to his negative emotions, and he can only summon them when he is overwhelmed by anger, fear, or sadness. He is shocked that Genji can summon his so easily. However, Hanzo also uses his dragon much more as a tool; he purposely brings up bad emotions (especially over Genji's death) during battle and sometimes even hurts himself in order to summon them. This horrifies Genji.Junkrat totally thinks that the Dragons are fireworks. He keeps asking the brothers where they buy them. When he finds out they can't be bought, he spends days experimenting with his own explosives. He can't quite get the same results.McCree knows better than to ask about the Dragons. He's been on a team with Genji before, and back then, he was not in a place to talk about it. Because the Dragons aren't quite so surprising to him anymore, McCree is rather casual when it comes to talking about them, though. He'll explain them to the newbies if questions are asked.Mei is absolutely fascinated with the Dragons! She wants to know what they are- animals? Spirits? Magic? Either way, she's come up with cute names for them (Genji's is Wasabi, Hanzo's are Soba and Ginsing). She sometimes helps Winston try and study them, but she usually lets the brothers know if they're taking readings. Hanzo hates it. Genji doesn't mind.Pharah didn't believe her mother's tales of Genji, and thought the whole "Dragons" thing might just be a metaphor for a battle stance or something like that. When she actually saw the Dragons for the first time, she couldn't believe her eyes. She asks McCree about it later, but doesn't bring it up to anyone else.Reaper knows a lot more than he lets on. During Blackwatch, he had Moira gather information on Genji's Dragon. He took this information and used it to plan tactics to utilize it. Nowadays, he uses what he knows to avoid it. He knows what a powerful weapon it is. He has yet to tell anyone else in Talon the extent of what he knows.Soldier 76 doesn't know nearly as much about the Dragons. Though also a strategist, he hasn't asked Genji or Hanzo about it. He figures that the brothers know when and where to use their abilities. Genji usually communicates and coordinates with his team before using it. Hanzo does not. This can lead to some mishaps during battle, which annoys Soldier to no end.Sombra has searched the web inside and out, but has found no information on anything like the Dragons. Heck, she can barely find records of the Shimada clan. She figures that the family has a closed internet system. She would love to get into it sometime, but that would require an on-site hack, and as of current plans involving the heir, Talon does not want to make the clan mad.Symmetra thinks that the Dragons are nothing more than hard-light structures. She can create similar illusions, but not on the scale of either of the brothers. She wonders if they secretly are masters of hard light, or if they have some sort of technology that allows them to create such constructions on the fly. However, she sees that the Dragons are of spiritual importance to the brothers, so she does not ask. Torbjorn hates, hates, hates even acknowledging the Dragons' existence. He pretends that they don't exist most of the time. However, back in the day, he helped to build Genji's cyborg armor, and he had to build an entirely separate cooling system to deal with the energy surge that the Dragon creates, so he knows that it's real; the logical part of his brain just refuses to admit it. (Basically, "eff them, they don't science", lol.)Tracer thinks that the Dragons are wicked cool. She asks a lot of harmless questions, mostly to Hanzo (for some reason), such as "What makes them go through walls?" or "Why do you have two, but your brother only has one?". Hanzo usually refuses to respond, but she has gotten an answer or two. She usually tells the answers to Winston, as to help him with his study.Widowmaker doesn't have time to dwell on the nature of the Dragons. All she cares about is that they're inconvenient to deal with, often forcing her to move positions and interrupting her usual sniper dual with Hanzo. Support:Ana doesn't ask many questions, as she sees it as a breach of privacy. She only knows what information the brothers openly say and what she has seen in battle. She does, however, ask the brothers if they would like to be nanoboosted when they summon their Dragons. Genji accepts. Hanzo refuses.Brigitte didn't believe Reinhardt's tales of Genji's Dragon, chalking it up to her mentor's active imagination. All that changed when she saw them in battle for the first time. She's especially fascinated with how Genji's cyborg parts handle the energy surge. She tried to ask her father about it, but all he would give her is the blueprints. Since then, she's come up with several upgrades for the system. Genji, however, politely declines them every time she brings them up.Lucio thinks they're super cool, but he doesn't ask questions, and often is the one to stop others (read: Tracer and D.va) from asking them as well. He understand that the spirit dragons may be a personal thing, so he only knows what information is volunteered. However, this doesn't stop him from creating sick remixes inspired by the Dragons. Mercy knew about the Dragons from the very beginning- it was a medical miracle that Genji survived, and she attributes a small part of that to the dragon spirit inside of him. She's always been intensely curious about it, but she can never bring herself to ask questions. Instead, she focuses on getting to know Genji as a person more. Perhaps with time she may learn more.Moira is also intensely curious. Back in Blackwatch, she was able to study Genji in her laboratory whenever he was injured. She had many theories about the Dragons, but none of them turned out to be true. Regardless, she was able to get many useful data readings as to how they function. Nowadays, she would love to get her hands on Hanzo to further her study, and that is one of the driving forces in the plan of recruiting him to Talon.Zenyatta sees the Dragons as spiritual entities that reflect the brother's relationships with their inner selves. He knows more about the Dragons than anyone else, as he is Genji's closest confidant when it comes to such things. He was able to see how the Dragon changed throughout Genji's spiritual enlightenment. Zenyatta wishes he could help Hanzo with his troubles, but the bowman always refuses.

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Q ONAN IN THE AEON OF HORUS

Insanity is contagious in the Aeon of Horus. Hope you all had a happy and healthy Sirius day on 23rd... I wasn’t going to write another screed until late September but I might well be trapped on the festering cesspool prison island of guinea pigs in three weeks time where the oven ready Boris variant runs wild, and will have very limited access, if any, to the matrix. And I needed to rant off as catharsis on current popular topics. Arf arf arf and fnord as well.

Climate report Doom...fires, floods, earthquakes, hurricanes on the rise, watch the Texans and Arabs and all those aligned with oil continue to deny global warming in the sweating face of the evidence. The tyranny of the driller killers has been disabling those with clean solar power ideas and the mass use of limitless superconductive energy for decades, while they work out how ‘to put a metre between us and the sun’. Blame greed. Perhaps they think Bezos will have enough rockets for them to plunder other worlds and leave the future desert of earth behind. Climate change deniers usually have the same mind set as those who are anti vaxxers, it seems to be a typical item on their lists of dislike. Right alongside all the other bollocks and twaddle they don’t believe in, despite the enduring and building testimonies of the majority of professionals.

‘To prevent yourselves doing and seeing and coming into contact with this, that and the other...lock yourselves up in a monastery where you’ll be safe. Immunity...it teaches us how not to be affected by the countless vicissitudes of life; not how to avoid them by running away...The philosopher adapts himself to the exigencies of life, not the exigencies of life to himself.’ The Initiate in the New World by his pupil. Book two of a fascinating trilogy. Hello Cecil Jones.

America...the gurning evil one (‘I love the poorly educated’) doesn’t seem to be back in the White House quite yet, Q Onan and the boys can’t seem to get their insurrection up. Been there eh? White guys just take the blue tablet and avoid getting redpilled. ‘We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men evolved differently, that they are born with certain mutable characteristics, and that among these are life and the pursuit of pleasure.’ Yuval Noah Harari-Sapiens.

However, the Onan boys have exported their rabid drivel abroad...A shameful group of wannabe prophets in London a couple of weeks ago were spewing dire craziness and waves of silliness dearly wishing to become important and individualised particles by being observed and applauded. One of their brilliant ideas is that the Great Reset, New World Order of children’s adrenochrome drinking liberal reptiles will be a QUOTE’ An authoritarian socialist government run by powerful capitalists.’ UNQUOTE. Howls of derisive laughter turning into the growl of a wolf with a curled top lip and my left eye twitching for a blackout minute. When sentience returned, I was fairly sure there is no way in this lifetime of me attaining Satori while consumed by this spite. Fear and self loathing in England part 23. To attempt to counter...

Putting the con into conspiracy theories... 1. IF the vaccine is; (A. A poison to cull the overpopulated millions, that would mean that every single decent doctor and nurse in the world is in on it and not one of them is spilling the beans. Neither scenario seems plausible in any way, therefore the first premise appears to be excrement. If Covid doesn’t exist and the x rays are ALL faked (showing the difference between pneumonia, cancer and covid lungs, that also aggressively suggests a high level of implausibility. If you truly believe medical professionals are mostly freemasons and/or serving the Illuminati in the name of genocide etc, you are just a MORON. A DUNGHEADED IDIOT.

As God tweeted last month; It’s always the really dumb who make life hard for the moderately dumb.’

Drug companies and politicians have always been deeply corrupt, some would say with great justification, evil. Their foul business is as usual. But every nurse working a 16 hour shift in intensive care, do you honestly think they are doing it for the kicks to kill, for the (ha) money or to serve the Devil? Again, if Covid IS real but only the plebs are getting the bad vaccine and the here today gone tomorrow (unless they are Putin types) omnipotent holy world leaders are getting the good stuff...again this would be mighty hard to cover up. And it isn’t only the old, obese and those with ‘underlying health problems’ who are dying, teens and workers are too. No government wants to wreck its economy (apart from Brexit England) by murdering its workers, students and quarantining hundreds of thousands.

If the vaccine is a shot of death and the toll rises twice higher than it already is, governments will know that nobody will believe them the next time round when a new virus mutates...which is not good for mass control. (That said, I feel a deep grim certitude that step by blatant step, totalitarianism is coming to democracies as they realise the only way to dominate the drone masses is to do as China and Russia do.) But ‘why am I drifting into negativity’ eh?

And IF folk think the vaccine is a brain control agent by which we can be spied upon and controlled by our puppet masters via the ubiquitous spooky G5 masts, then the science of how the jab’s ingredients work (And could not possibly be activated with sound waves) should be explained in primary schools so the kids can go home and teach their elders with crayon. At the same time, the anti maskers need to watch videos (with their eyes held open (a la Clockwork Orange) of droplets in breath, the distance they travel without protection, the length of time they hang in the air and in what concentration. Humans react well to moving pictures, it might help. Yes that is dripping with rancid sarcasm. And as for those ranting that wearing masks causes illness, tell that to all the healthcare professionals of the last 100plus years who wore masks most of every bloody day, not just a couple of years. Did they all die of lung problems? I don’t have the actual statistics and I am damn sure you don’t either, so shut up and sit down. As Bill Hicks would say...

‘YOU SEE, IT MAKES NO SENSE’.

Beautiful to see so many holy men in the main religions, priests, rabbis, imans and pujari telling their flock to refuse the vaccine because it will (deep choking breath) make them impotent, gay and/or that it has cows blood and human foetuses in it. For the 23rd time, your shepherds will lead you to butchers again. Very spiritual blokes. Are any women as full of manure as this? Well actually...

One talking blonde cow on the London stage mooed about the vaccine being created by Bill ‘I think it makes sense to believe in God’ Gates, with the patent 060606, so was clearly ‘satanic’. Brilliant detective work and a rational conclusion. Except Bill didn’t formulate the vaccine and the patent was for an entirely different shot with an ACTUAL micro chip to measure if work had been completed and pay wages with Bitcoin. (Which, granted is creepy as fk, but nothing to do with Beelzebub or covid, unless you are going to bang on about none being able to buy or sell without the mark of the beast. So the antichrist is a protestant eh? I saw a video last year of an American ‘Christian’ woman blogger saying Bill was the devil, because of ‘the GATES of hell.’ That’s what we are up against and sidestepping the fk away from.

Those not vaccinated are walking time bomb laboratories of new variants. Making their own beliefs real as they will be able to say ‘See, told you the vaccine doesn’t work’. Listen to the doctors and nurses begging you.

Once yet again with even more feeling...These demonstrations of hogwash moonshine bullshit theories, mixed in with a fine blend of ahem, ‘patriotism’ are ripping the country apart. On one side the increasingly corrupt English government and their lies and on the other, the deranged and deluded with their falsehoods. An empty vessel makes the most noise and both sides are ripening the fields for populism.

Using the enemy’s own strength against them, well known to Judo black belt KGB pretty boy Putin...widening and deepening internal divisions in democracies, using the basic mistrust of half the people against their governments and encouraging it...works like a charm in times of stress/ fear/ anger. Just let them do most of the work and their own momentum will destroy them...at very least weaken them for the kill. Britain, America, Europe et al, you are being suckered and you bloody well deserve it for being so thick.

(Sidebar...By the way...Congratulations on 100 glorious years of Chinese communism and now all in the Middle Kingdom are being told, taught, trained, ORDERED to think just like Winnie the Pooh. Perfect unspoiled socialist paradise where millions wonder (as they do in most other places) ‘will there be any hunny for me?’ Unlikely...Communism doesn’t really work that way... another self righteous scam by those who seek power and to maintain their privilege. So the stick makes you keep plodding on for the promised carrot until all you believe in is the stick because it hurts and pain is real. (To greatly paraphrase Sir Terry Prachett, may he remain creative wherever he is.) )

Or...The Bilderbergers met a couple of years ago, discussed overpopulation and a threefold plan of how to deal with it...Release an airborne virus in several countries; allow it to spread for a year, Allow fear to rise. Use algorithms to predict the percentage of the obedient and those who will suspect conspiracy. When the vaccine is ‘found’ it will calm the believers for a while and enflame the rebels all the more who will look for ways to make it fit their own schemes of disbelief. This will cause a degree of expected demonstrations and rebellion...which will have the effect of enabling governments to create and quickly pass new laws on freedoms, including peaceful demonstration, to ‘protect’ the law abiding masses that need to believe all is for their own good.

The B boys talked about phased genocide, vaccines, drugs, supplies of medical equipment, government tenders to similar friends, knowing they will survive, and be well positioned to financially ride out the deaths and bankruptcies of lesser protected groups. Who they will then be able to buy out with ease and thus expand. The goldrush thrill of disaster capitalism! When all of this is (temporarily?) over, food and energy resources will be a little less stretched and/or stricter controlling laws will be in place and democracies will be far easier to control . A sadistic lack of empathy from the richest sociopaths.

There doesn’t need to be anything weird in the vaccines now, people’s minds are doing the paranoid job in their imagination, either with fear or with anger. The rich will remain rich empowering themselves with their inhuman business as usual. Populists will appear to take the side of the people as long as they are rewarded with money and power...and are allowed to join the club. All ethics and morals sacrificed for the temporary glory of pretend immortality.

This was written very quickly over a period of a couple of nights but at least it is a page shorter than usual eh? J I have to concentrate on booking tests (150 pounds in England for a PCR test is RIP OFF. Bastards. The outrageous weight of my suitcase with all my cds and books plus some pants and socks, the forlorn hope of getting a free seat or at least cheap for one of my guitars. The fear I might not be allowed back in to where I am now because the UK still seems to be Boris covid red. And Brexit and being a tourist again. Love the way the brexiteers are pissed off they will have to pay a few Euros to enter Europe as a third country citizen. The Tories voted yes to this idea in 2016 and you voted to become a third country you idiots. So now, you get to stand for a looong time in a longer queue with all the brown people you so disparage. In your nostalgic pride for something which will never be again, you have relegated England to the status of a failed state and voted for the worst government in my lifetime. You should be ashamed but you will just double down. Disgusting.

Anyway, late summer ‘holidays’ ahoy. Stay sane and in rude health...hope to see you again, spreading my cosmic rays of great happiness, comfort and joy. Outside of the insanity, keep visualising...Female male left right brain...Yin and yang let’s do our thang...

Y=01=FIRE...WANDS...ADENINE

H=00=WATER...CUPS...THYMINE

V=11=AIR...SWORDS...CYSTOSINE

H=10=EARTH...DISCS...GUANINE

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