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wellhellsbelles · 4 years ago

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to the rhythm of your wild heart, chapter 1

next chapter for y’all! it’s about as much as i have written so far, but i figured i’d post it since i had it. i’ll keep working on it, but for the meantime i have no idea when the next update will be. i’ll still work on it, though! as always, thanks to all who read my stuff :)

“And you’re sure you have your passport?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“And enough clothes for two weeks?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“And plenty of money on you? Because I wanted to make sure—”

“Dad!!!”

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Riley

“And you’re sure you have your passport?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“And enough clothes for two weeks?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“And plenty of money on you? Because I wanted to make sure—”

“Dad!!!”

“You are being a little bit of a helicopter parent right now, honey,” Topanga interjected, patting her husband’s back sympathetically. “Riley will be just fine. Farkle will be there to watch her, won’t you Farkle?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Farkle replied, holding a hand over his heart and one up, palm-forward, “I promise.”

“And you’ll do the same thing for our Farkle, right?” Jennifer, Farkle’s mother, asked. Riley nodded her head.

“We’ll both watch out for each other, as always.”

“Good. Now, then, I believe some goodbyes are in order?” Farkle’s dad Stuart said.

Topanga and Cory pulled their daughter in for a hug at the same time Stuart and Jennifer did their son, squeezing tightly as they said their goodbyes.

“Now, you’ll call us if you need anything, right?” Topanga asked.

“Of course, Mom.”

“And you’ll listen to the chaperone?” Cory warned. Riley rolled her eyes, pointedly ignoring him.

“I love you both, and I’ll see you soon. Okay?”

“We love you, too.”

They all finished hugging and Riley and Farkle picked up their luggage, waving goodbye as they entered the airport. They scanned the crowded area for their group, only locating them once they found a sign sticking in the air that had “Abigail Adams High” scrawled neatly across it. Ms. Moretti, their Italian teacher for the last few years, was at the center, directing students sporadically.

“Alright, settle down! I need to start taking attendance to make sure everyone is here! When I call your name, please say ‘Here.’ Abelson, Karri?”

“Here.”

“Bradford, Missy?”

“Here.”

“Missy is here?!” Riley huffed under her breath to Farkle. Farkle just shrugged, unaffected. Missy Bradford had it out for Riley since middle school when Riley won over Lucas, and even though Riley and Lucas had broken up a long while ago, it had since been as if it was her God-given right to make Riley’s life miserable.

“It can’t get any worse, at least,” Farkle offered, but he couldn’t be more wrong.

“Gardener, Charlie?”

“Here!”

“Merde,” Riley cursed, her brow furrowed.

“I believe it’s ‘merda’ in Italian,” Farkle told her, and Riley shot him a look of disdain. “Sorry.”

“Whatever. It can’t be too bad. Besides, Charlie’s let up quite a bit since we’ve been in high school. Isn’t he dating Rebecca?” she asked quietly. Farkle shook his head.

“I heard they broke up before graduation.”

“Matthews, Riley?”

“Oh, come on!” Riley exclaimed loudly, much to Ms. Moretti’s chagrin. She looked at Riley pointedly before carrying on to Farkle and then the remainder of the list. Farkle patted her back.

“There, there. We’ll get through this. It’s only two weeks, after all.”

“I bet there’s a lot of terrible things in history that lasted ‘only two weeks’,” Riley grunted.

After Ms. Moretti finished the roster, they waited for the final two students to appear, then moved toward the bag check together. The wait for the bag check line was about fifteen minutes, and once they dropped off their big bags, they headed straight for the security check line. Riley wanted to groan from the amount of waiting they had to do for each part of the airport, but luckily Farkle was there to entertain her the whole time, and it was almost enough for her to forget about the process altogether.

The security check was quicker than Riley thought it was going to be, and as soon as she was through, she and Farkle left to find their gate. Riley had her ticket out, searching for gate ‘G’ as Farkle flipped through his Italian history book he’d brought along, reading aloud the “interesting” facts about Rome that Riley honestly couldn’t give a single flip about.

“Did you know that by the early fourth century, the Romans had built a network of roads 53,000 miles throughout the entire Roman empire? It’s where we get the phrase “All roads lead to Rome”. Pretty cool stuff, huh?”

“No offense, Farkle, but I do not care. Where is gate G even at?” she asked, frustrated. Farkle pointed ahead of them.

“Right there, Ms. Buzzkill,” he deadpanned. Riley narrowed her eyes at him and Farkle returned the favor, sticking his tongue out at her before guiding them towards their gate. They joined the rest of their classmates, sitting on the floor beside them since there were no open seats around.

“Guys, we’re going to the land where they invented spaghetti!” Yogi shouted as they joined them.

“And concrete!” Farkle added, but no one seemed to be as excited about that fact as he was.

“You tried,” Riley offered sympathetically when he noticeably deflated, “They’re intellectual heathens.” Farkle looked at her amusedly for a moment as the rest of the group carried on conversation, talking about all the food they’d encounter in Rome.

“Okay, there’s one thing I didn’t cover,” Farkle initiated conversation a second later.

“Shoot,” Riley said, preparing herself for another Farkle speech on ancient Rome. Instead, he said,

“Who gets the window seat?” Riley smirked.

“Oh, me for sure.”

“Uh, definitely not, Matthews. I am definitely going to have the window seat. In fact, I call “shotgun” on the window seat,” Farkle grinned, determined.

“Shotgun on a window seat? Does that even work?”

“It does now.”

Riley shook her head.

“I don’t think so, Minkus. Let’s settle this with a classic game of rock, paper, scissors, and the best two out of three wins. Sound fair?”

Farkle wasn’t as sold on the idea, but he knew it was the only way they were going to settle the affair. So rock, paper, scissors it was.

Too bad he was never good at games of chance.

“Ha. I win the window seat!” Riley celebrated. Farkle pouted.

“Fine. But I get it on the way back, you cheater.”

“I didn’t cheat! You’re just a sore loser,” Riley wrinkled her nose.

Right as Farkle was preparing his rebuttal, their gate was called for boarding. Their whole group lined up in their designated location and patiently waited until they began scanning the tickets, allowing the passengers to pass through. Riley and Farkle were at the tail end of their line, speeding off to catch up with their group as soon as they were given the okay-go.

As they climbed aboard the plane, a silent pact was made between the two of them to sit towards the back, not too close to the wing of the plane, but not too close to the last row of seats. Riley took the window seat as was her reward and Farkle settled next to her, buckling his seatbelt as she buckled hers. His leg bobbed up and down in excitement while the rest of the passengers boarded, and Riley echoed the sentiment in her rapidly beating heart.

They were going to Italy. Italy! This was their big trip before heading to college in August, and she couldn’t believe it was all happening so fast. It felt like it was only just yesterday that her, Farkle, Maya, Lucas, Zay, and Smackle were graduating, only yesterday that Maya and she made a pact to have the greatest summer ever, that they went on the road trip to end all road trips. Now it felt like she had blinked and everything was about to end.

It was sort of hard to come to terms with that.

Things were changing regardless of whether or not Riley liked it. She really never was one for change, but she was going to have to accept that she was growing up, and life wasn’t going to be the same as it was in middle school or high school. She was going to encounter new experiences, new changes in her life.

But for now?

She’d rather just focus on Italy and what it had to offer her.

“Italy, here we come,” Riley breathed as they sat back, ready to take off.

Farkle

Farkle woke up to the sun cascading on his face as it set, a heavy weight on his shoulder. He blinked groggily, yawning as he began to shift around in his seat, realizing once his eyes fully opened that the weight was Riley peacefully asleep against him. He tried to resist moving around more as to not disturb her, and he could hardly deny that it was cute and he didn’t want to disrupt that, either.

He’d keep his secrets to himself.

He cast his gaze out the window, trying best to see the view outside. Much to his surprise, land was in sight, and he could only conclude that they were close to their destination. Farkle moved his shoulder a touch, nudging Riley awake so she wouldn’t miss out on the breathtaking landscape below.

“Huh?” she muttered as she awoke, lifting her head at once. Farkle ignored the twang of hurt that rung in his chest from her absence, instead pointing out the window.

“Look,” he told her. She sat up even more in her seat, peering out beyond the glass.

“Wow,” she gasped, awestruck, “It’s beautiful.”

“I thought you might not want to miss it, especially since you cheated me out of the window seat,” Farkle jibed.

“Hey! Not true!” she exclaimed, ignoring Ms. Moretti’s pointed look from behind them. It was the morning after all, but Farkle knew Riley didn’t care. Besides, they were about to land soon, anyway.

Silence fell between them a moment as they continued to stare at the scenery below, and Riley was the first one to break it.

“Do you think two weeks is going to be long enough?” she asked, her voice quiet all of a sudden.

“Long enough for what?” he raised his brow at her.

“We’re going to be headed off for college so soon after. It just feels like everything is slipping by so quickly. I just want to be able to enjoy what little time we have left,” she explained with a sigh. Farkle reached over and grabbed her hand, squeezing it a couple of times.

“Riley Matthews, I make this promise to you: we will have the best time ever, and this week we will use every minute we are given for adventure. We’ll make it last as long as we can.” Riley smiled at him, squeezing his hand right back.

“Thank you, Farkle.”

“Alright everyone, if you could, please buckle up as we prepare for landing,” the person over the intercom announced. Farkle released his grip on Riley’s hand and did as told, with Riley following suit.

This was it. Italy.

Everyone boarded off the plane once they were allowed, heading for baggage claim to grab their belongings. Ms. Moretti was barely heard over the chatter, shouting at them to group up once they had their things, but then getting drowned out by the excitement of everyone being in Rome.

After they found their suitcases, they met with Ms. Moretti and she led them towards the entrance of the airport, a bus already waiting for them. They all loaded onto it, and once everyone was in place, it headed toward the inner part of the city where their hotel was. And as it took off away from the airport, their mouths all drooped open in awe as the sights around took their breath away, a whole different scenery from the plane.

“Ooooh, Farkle! Look, look!” Riley kept pointing sporadically. Farkle smirked, leaning over to look out the window with her. Although he didn’t express it aloud, he was just as excited to see everything around.

They definitely weren’t in New York anymore, that was for sure.

Everything was modern and yet not. The architecture was gorgeous, still upholding a sort of ancient Rome feel. The setting sun allowed the lights of the city to become more noticeable, sparkling vividly like the stars on the clearest of nights.

“I wish we could start exploring already!” Riley bounced jubilantly.

“Me too, but I’m glad we have the night to settle in. I don’t think I could keep myself awake,” Farkle yawned. Riley puckered her lips.

“Didn’t you sleep all the way over here in the plane?”

Farkle shrugged.

“What can I say? I like my rest. Besides, someone snored in my ear half of the time, so I didn’t really get much sleep.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, crossing her arms.

“Whatever.”

Their eyes remained trained outside the window for the rest of the ride, getting a taste of all that they’d be exploring for the next couple of weeks to come. The bus slowed down once they were outside their hotel and everyone grabbed their belongings, rolling suitcases inside the concrete arches adorned by the archway to the building.

Ms. Moretti went to the desk to retrieve the keys for the hotel rooms while everyone stood idly by. She then returned, keys in one arm and clipboard in the other, gesturing for everyone to gather around.

“Alright, alright! Quiet down! I’m going to give you your room assignments. When I call your name, come grab your keys and then stand next to your roommate!”

Farkle and Riley waited patiently as the names were announced, tapping their feet gently on the ground while listening out for their names. Riley was called first before Farkle, but not before her partner’s name was called.

“Missy Bradford,” Ms. Moretti said, “You’ll be rooming with Riley Matthews.”

Riley perked up immediately at that, casting a horrified look at Farkle. He felt bad for her as he watched her step up to get her key to her room and then shuffle off to the side with Missy, her face looking like she had met the end of the world.

Farkle had to admit, it was a little funny, though.

His amusement passed as soon as it arrived when Ms. Moretti called out his name in junction with Charlie Gardner’s. A guttural noise escaped his throat as he walked to grab his key, mouth puckered in dismay at Riley and his terrible luck.

“End me,” Farkle whispered as he sidled up next to Riley.

“Remember earlier, when you said it ‘can’t get any worse’ and then Charlie ended up being a part of our group?” Riley whispered back. Farkle nodded his head. “Well, this is worse than that.”

Farkle threw his arms up in the air, exasperated, but didn’t complain any further. He was going to have to deal with a whole two weeks of Charlie Gardner, so he had to tamper it down and just let it all out when the trip was over.

Ugh. Two freaking weeks!

Ms. Moretti finished giving out keys to the group and instructed them to drop their stuff off in their rooms first, and then they’d be allowed to wander around the hotel for a bit before curfew at midnight. Farkle and Riley made a silent pact to meet up with each other once they were finished, heading up the stairs with their belongings after to find their rooms. Charlie made small talk with Farkle as they looked for their room (which Farkle didn’t mind), but it ended abruptly once they found and were inside their room, right when the door closed behind Farkle.

“So, Riley—” Charlie started, and Farkle threw his head back with a groan.

“No, we are not doing this.”

“I just want to see if you can get her to talk to me!” Charlie exclaimed. Farkle shot him a look of disdain.

“Absolutely not. She’s not interested.”

“How do you know?” Charlie asked. Farkle crossed his arms, rolling his eyes.

“She’s my best friend, Charlie. I know. Trust me on this.”

Charlie stared back at him, unconvinced.

“Are you saying that because you’re interested?”

Farkle gawked at him.

“What?!”

Charlie shrugged.

“You heard me. Is that why you’re being so protective of her? Because you like her?”

Farkle breathed, disgruntled at his situation. He wondered if Riley was faring any better with Missy. She probably was, considering Missy most definitely wasn’t talking to her.

“Alright, here’s the deal. One, Riley’s not interested in your advances, and I know that because I’m her best friend. And two, maybe instead you can try to be her friend? That’s usually a good first step. Now do you mind? I’ve got places to be.”

Farkle left the room without waiting for Charlie’s response, desperate to just get away.

Unfortunately for him, that wasn’t the first time any guy had approached him about his girl friends. On multiple occasions has he been flagged down to see if Maya, Riley, and Smackle were free, and Farkle managed each time to slip away, tired of having to face stupid teenage boys and their advances on his friends.

Farkle made his way back down the stairs, hopeful that Riley had escaped her room so that the two of them could just hang out on their first night in Rome. Of course, part of his wanting to be around her was due solely to his social anxiety, but the other part was truly because he wanted as much time to hang out with his best friend before their time together waned for the near future.

“Oh, Farkle. Thank god,” Riley sighed with relief once he was back in the lobby, “You have no idea what five minutes of hell I’ve been through.”

“I think I definitely have some clue,” Farkle said. “Can you believe Charlie wants to see if you’ll go out with him?”

Riley buried her head in her hands.

“I think he’s built me up on a pedestal. I’m not that good of a person.”

Farkle tugged on a lock of her hair, smiling.

“I beg to differ.”

Riley chuckled.

“Your opinion is null. You’re biased because you’re my friend.”

“Are you saying that’s a bad thing?” he raised his brow. She shook her head, linking arms with him.

“Nope, not at all. Now, Mr. Minkus, care to explore the hotel with me?”

“I thought you’d never ask, Ms. Matthews,” he smirked, allowing her to lead the way.

Together, Riley and Farkle ventured every nook and cranny of the hotel, disturbing some of the guests in the process who had already gone to bed. Farkle felt a little bad, but he didn’t regret the laughter that erupted from within him from spending time with Riley. Also, it was hard to deny that it was funny when an adult stepped out and shot them a nasty look, only for Farkle and Riley to apologize and then make fun of them as soon as they shut the door.

Being in Italy was like being a kid again. It felt kind of cathartic in a way, feeling no pressures of school and being completely unattached to the world around him. Spending time alone with his best friend while the world was theirs to conquer.

Farkle missed those days terribly.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about, Farkley?” Riley prodded him after his laughter died down, leaving them in a bout of silence.

“I was just thinking that this is like when we were younger. Remember when me, you, and Maya would spend every summer day at the park and your mom had to practically drag us away from the monkey bars? You were so determined to make it across,” he chuckled, recalling the memory fondly.

“I did do it once. I wasn’t going to give up on that, especially since Sarah had teased me about it each year.”

“And when you finally did figure it out, your mom was really impressed. I think that was when she realized that you got a lot from her, too.”

“I’m still every bit as much Cory’s daughter. It makes him proud, like he has his own little mini-me or something,” Riley joked before stopping dead in her tracks. “Ooh, let’s check this out!”

Riley pulled Farkle onto what appeared to be a large stretch of balcony off the fourth floor of the hotel. A slight breeze danced through the air, the city below them illuminated by the light of the moon.

“Wow,” Farkle said, sucking in a breath of fresh air, “Every time I think Rome can’t get any more beautiful, I’m proven wrong. I’m so glad we went on this trip.”

Farkle walked closer to the concrete railing guarding them from the drop below, watching intently as everyone moved around below by the dim of the streetlights. Riley joined him, beaming.

“And glad that I forced you to take Italian with me the past couple of years?”

Farkle snorted.

“That, too. Though, I already knew a few languages and my options were limited, but I would’ve chosen it, anyway. You’re my friend. That’s already enough to get me to do things.”

Riley looked away from Farkle bashfully, her cheeks dusting a light pink that was noticeable enough by the moonlight.

“Sometimes, I think you’re too much of a pushover for your own good, Farkle Minkus,” Riley told him, leaning her head upon his shoulder. He hummed, not denying that fact one bit.

They stood there for a long while, letting a comfortable silence fall between them as they continued gazing at the wonderful city below them. Then, Farkle said something so quiet that almost he didn’t quite hear it, but the words were still there.

“I’d do anything for you, Riley Matthews.”

Even he could barely grasp the depths to which he cared for her, maybe a little more than he could understand at that very moment, but he knew he was fond of her. Nothing could change that, not even growing up.

His heart would forever remain hers to some degree, and Farkle thought to himself that he could live with that.

It always was and always would be—no amount of distance could change that fact, either.

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growingstronglikeahighgardenrose · 5 years ago

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Night Divine

Title: Night Divine

Prompt: Night Divine

Pairings: Sidney/Charlotte, Babington/Esther, Clara/Crowe

Short: Based on an idea I saw on authorinmyhead’s Instagram account: at exactly midnight on new years eve, following their 22nd birthday, everybody possesses the body of their soulmate and tries to leave notes so the other can find them. Crowe had managed to ruin his chances by being too drunk to leave behind a clue. Sidney and Babington were determined to learn from his mistake. But not all soulmates want to be found.

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Scholars had studied ancients texts for centuries trying to understand how it had come to be.

But in the end, they all came to the same conclusion: the beginning of the new year had always been celebrated. There were enough tales by the romans and greeks confirming they, and even the pagan regions had their ways of celebrating the event.

After the collapse of the roman empire, written documents were harder to come by. By the time another document was written about the celebration of the New Year, it was noted that all people of twenty-two years of age were transported into the body of their soulmate for sixty seconds at the end of the year in which they turned twenty-two.

Whenever someone turned twenty-two, the New Year Party was usually moved to New Year’s Day, so that on the last night of the year, the whole family could gather and organize a party for the family member turning twenty-two. It had become known as Night Divine, since God showed his divine judgement on that night, creating unions as he deemed fit.

Though this was tradition, many preferred to have at least some measure of privacy when it happened. It was also rarely celebrated by those in the highest ranks in society, where soulmates rarely married, and many young ladies were wed before they reached the age of twenty-two. They spent the night in private, and when they were transported into the bodies of their soulmates, they tried not to find out who the other was. They shed their tears in private as well, for having seen their soulmate without ever being able to meet them. Unless money troubles forced young people to wed, most refrained from it until they were past the age of twenty-two. This was not to say love was not found before that time. Many young couples dreaded the moment the first of them turned twenty-two.

Of course, the day wasn’t always a happy one. There were struggles: people who reached the age of twenty-two and weren’t transported into another being. In the best case their soulmate wasn’t born yet or too young so they couldn’t leave a note or name behind , and they would have to wait until their soulmate turned twenty-two so they could find them in turn. Then there were those who didn’t have a soulmate or a soulmate who had died too soon. There were quite some people who got notes in another language, or with an address from another country. However, most times, the person seemed to be from their own country, a grace of God.

It was 1813 when Matthew Crowe was catapulted out of his own body on the Divine Night of New Year’s Eve, and thrown into the body of another lady.

He had been home for all of three months after the war had ended, and had not spent a day sober since. As the fourth son to a baronet, he’d tried gaining glory and rising in his father’s esteem by joining the military. This had not been an original idea, since sons two and three, who had always been better people, had joined first. However, Crowe was the only one to return home. And he was the only one of his friends to return home as well. He’d quit the military the second he set foot on English soil again, but the haunting memories hadn’t quit him. He quickly discovered that if he drank too much, he’d have a deep dark dreamless sleep. As one might imagine, he was in London away from his family, and had spent no thoughts on the importance of the New Year’s Eve he was about to have. He’d stumbled out of the cards room where Parker and Babington sat to relieve himself, when the bells started ringing to announce the new year.

In a spacious green living room he didn’t recognize, sat people he didn’t recognize. Everything was strange and weird and he was still drunk. He stumbled through the room, through a pair of white doors and landed in an apartment hallway, before being catapulted back into his own body.

He’d ran back towards the card room as fast as he could, and threw up before being able to tell his friends about it. He was glad they asked so many questions, and he was glad they weren’t as shitfaced as him, because the next morning, he woke up with an incredible hangover and didn’t remember a thing. His friends managed to tell him he’d gone into the body of a young woman somewhere in a city. But they couldn’t tell him anything about her name, country or looks. He’d fucked up beyond compare. But the shock of having squandered away his soulmate was enough to get his alcohol problem back to a manageable level.

Luckily for Crowe, there was a backup, since the day he had visited his soulmate, there had been a link between the two. He knew things he used to know nothing about, like slavery and politics. And sometimes his body ached without him having injured himself. It was the bond. Crowe found it a lot of bollocks. He didn’t need their pain or knowledge, he needed their name.

It had also been a lesson for his friends, who turned twenty-two the following year. They had prepared for the event as well as they could. They knew all pieces of advice out there: don’t waste time on any talking until you get your name and address out, try to write in multiple languages if you can’t figure out where you are, don’t let propriety keep you for calling out for help as quickly as possible, if all else failed they had to use pieces of furniture to spell their surname or write their name in their own blood. They had chosen to celebrate New Year’s Eve in private. They’d put down papers and pens, mirrors and personal attributes in case their soulmate reached the age of twenty-two as well. On top of that, Crowe would be there to talk to their soulmates when they entered their bodies.

But instead, Crowe sat there as the bodies of his friends slumped lifelessly into their chairs.

••••••••••

The first thing Sidney Parker registered was the sound of breaking glass. Looking around him, he spotted shards of glass at his feet, or rather, her shoes, for he was thrown into the body of a sizeably shorter woman.

‘Charlotte? Charlotte?’

Sidney looked up in confusion.

‘You’re not Charlotte, are you? Oh dear, that’s quite the age gap. She’s five years younger’, the woman bemoaned.

‘No. So her name is Charlotte?’

‘Yes! But dear wife, five years is fine, it’s not too bad. I am her father, this is her mother, and these are her grandmother and grandfather on my side of the family, that’s her grandmother on her mother’s side, and these are her siblings.’

There were more siblings than Sidney could count.

Dear God, these people clearly loved each other a lot.

His seconds were dwindling however.

‘My name is Sidney Parker. I live in San-‘

He’d managed to get his name across, but was frustrated that he hadn’t caught hers. There were thousands of Charlotte’s in the country. But her family was friendly,

••••••••••

Babington’s encounter was possibly even worse than that. For when he entered his soulmate’s body, she was already kissing someone else. He drew back quickly, red hair fluttering around his head.

‘Who are you?’

‘You turned twenty-two too?’

The man with the blond hair nodded.

‘They don’t have pens or paper on them.’

‘They probably thought they were soulmates. Quick. Let’s call for paper and pens and tell everyone our name. We have no time to lose.’

‘Yes!’

They threw open the doors and started running, calling for paper and pens and servants. They weren’t about to end up as cautionary tales about people who took too long to analyse their situation and then failing to leave a trace behind.

‘Edward, Esther! What’s with the shouting?’

A moody old lady, whose look screamed wealth, looked at them with suspicious eyes.

‘Edward, what news of your soulmate?’

‘I’m Lord James Babbington!’

‘And I’m Miss –‘

••••••••••

Sidney and Babington were thrown back into their own bodies.

‘Well?’

‘No one came here. Congratulations. You both got yourselves younger ladies. So tell me, how was it?’

‘She had a big family. A very big one. Her name was Charlotte. Her father mother said she was five years younger than me. But the father started introducing the whole family. I only got my name across, not hers.’

‘Sucks man. But hey, they can find you. There aren’t that many Parkers in England. Now Write everything down. Every little detail. Babbers, how about you?’

‘She was kissing someone else.’

‘Ow man’, Crowe sighed.

‘The man she was kissing had just turned twenty-two. The couple probably thought they were soulmates.’

‘I’m sorry’, Sidney said, and laid a supportive hand on his shoulder.

‘It was quite confusing. The girl in the body of the blond man wasn’t the girl whose body I was in, otherwise she would have recognized herself. So the couple had gotten it wrong. We started running around, looking for a way to get our name across. Then there was this woman who addressed both me and the girl on a first name basis. I managed to say my name but then I was thrown back. I just wonder who is in the position to call both parts of a couple by a first name basis. Isn’t that odd? And then she only asked the boy about his soulmate.’

‘Perhaps the girl is still under the age of twenty-two?’

‘Yes, that’s what I assumed. But why would the woman address both parties with their first names? Come to think of it, why would you ask someone who already has a partner about their soulmate? It would destroy the relationship.’

‘If there is one.’

‘What?’

‘People only use first names in close family circles. If the couple were married, she would address at least one of them with their surname or title. So they’re not married. And the old woman knew both of them. They could be family, or very close friends. And the most logical reason one would ask such a harmful question would be if they were unaware of the inappropriateness.’

‘Have you even drank today?’

‘Not a drop. But now I can start.’

‘Those were some very strong deductive skills Crowe, you could be great if you didn’t drink so much.’

‘I’ve done my part for my country.’

‘So… They’re family… And in a secret relation?’

‘The last part makes sense, taking into accord the first. Congratulations, Babbers. You got yourself into a proper mess.’

‘Don’t talk about them that way. We’re just jumping to conclusions right now. I wonder if they’ll be able to find us.’

‘Time will tell’, decided Sidney. He hadn’t been looking forward to discovering his soulmate, after Eliza had ripped his heart out by marrying someone rich before either of them reached the age of twenty-two. He didn’t know whether he should be relieved or sad that his soulmate hadn’t been Eliza. But it did help him to process the years old heartache. He now knew he wasn’t destined to be with her, and knew he wasn’t intended to stay alone.

••••••••••

Three years passed, and they weren’t contacted by the girls. Sidney could only guess at the reasons, but Babington feared his soulmate might have decided to stay together with the blond man she’d been kissing. People sometimes didn’t want their soulmate. It had happened before. Most of the times they’d found love before finding out their soulmate, or they hated the principle that someone else decided what was best for them.

They did feel them though. Babington rarely felt anything. Sidney woke up with grazed knees a lot, and he sometimes felt annoying tingles on his arms during daytime. It was clear his soulmate was an active one. Crowe however, had it worse. He was woken up in the middle of the night a lot. His night shirt wet, and his body aching all over. Sometimes, even during the day in the middle of a conversation, he’d fall to the floor, suffering pains he could neither describe nor place. He never wanted to talk about it, but his friends were there for him.

On the end of the third year, something changed. They all kept each other from drinking too much before the stroke midnight, as they did each year since Crowe got drunk and lost his soulmate. They were playing cards at the New Year’s Eve party of the prince regent when Crowe suddenly shot up. Sidney recognized the sign and immediately took the pen and paper he’d put in his coat.

‘Who are you?’

‘Clara. Clara Brereton.’

‘Where do you live?’

‘He never looked for me before. He especially shouldn’t start now. Please, don’t let him start looking.’

‘Our friend was drunk. He couldn’t leave you a message because of it. He deeply regrets it. He knew not how to find you. Who are your parents?’

‘They’re very poor. I don’t live with them. Where am I?’

‘You are in the body of Mr. Matthew Crowe. I am Mr. Parker, this is Lord Babington. You’re at the New Year’s party of the prince regent.’

‘Oh my God.’

They’d never seen such a terrified and simultaneously impressed look in the eyes of their friend. If she was poor, it was no wonder that she felt shy to share any information when she was catapulted into such wealth.

‘Tell Mr. Crowe that I am so sorry for all the pain he must have felt. I tried to prevent it. I tried. I’m still looking for ways to put an end to it, for his sake. Do tell him I apologize. I’m fine as a person, it’s just that sometimes… Painful things happen. Don’t let him look for me please. Goodbye.’

A muscle spasm signalled that the lady had left Crowe’s body and that their friend had returned.

‘It feels so weird. When your soul isn’t the one doing the travelling, you actually stay put and you can feel them in you. She’s a strong feisty one. I like her.’

He grinned at them, but upon seeing their furrowed brows, his smile fided.

‘What?’

‘She didn’t want to give us her address.’

‘What – why?’

‘I believe she might be in bad company. She mentioned her parents being poor and being in a bad place to be visited. She also apologized for all the pain she’s caused you and wanted to assure you that she tried to prevent the pain. Crowe, could you tell us what that was about?’

Mr. Crowe ignored Babington and directed his next question at Sidney.

‘Didn’t she tell her name?’

‘Miss Brereton. Clara Brereton.’

‘I’ve heard that name before, I think. But it’s a really distant memory. I don’t know where from’, confessed Lord Babington.

‘Doesn’t sound familiar to me’, Sidney sighed.

‘But Crowe, what of it?’ Lord Babington encouraged. The curly haired man stood and shook his head.

‘I’ll be needing that drink. Night Divine my ass.’

His drinking worsened after that night. She wasn’t going to look for him, and Lord Babington tried really hard to remember where he got the name from, but he couldn’t.

Crowe checked the registers in every town he passed through, but there was no Brereton household in which any Clara lived.

He drank even more after that.

••••••••••

Once a year, he did his best to remain sober until midnight, so that he could help his friends. This year was the year Sidney knew his soulmate would reach the age of twenty-two.

Lord Babington still hadn’t heard a thing from his soulmate, he’d given up the hope that she would magically change her mind about him. So he started philandering like he had before New Year 1814, but he never got attached, and nothing ever satisfied him. She was still there, on the back of his mind, an invisible presence with no personality or surname, yet connected to him by divine fate. Though he’d gathered she was quite stubborn, from years of refusing to unite with her soulmate, or even just contacting him out of curiosity.

He hadn’t expected that, on December 31st 1819, he would get a visit from his soulmate as well.

Crowe, who was still hungover from the previous day since he hadn’t drank enough that day, Crowe, whose hands were shaking violently, almost jumped out of his chair when both of his friends fell backwards in their chairs before shooting upright.

His two friends looked around, the grouchy face of Parker being replaced by a surprised and amazed expression, and the face of his good humoured friend become guarded and haughty. It were quite strange expressions on their faces.

‘Right. Hello there, before you are mirrors so you can check out your future husbands. Please, write down your full names and addresses on these papers. Full names and addresses of Parker and Babbers are on them as well. Memorize them as well as you can, though my friends will do their utmost bests to contact you. I’m their friend: Mr. Crowe.’

Parker started writing immediately, but Babington stared at his hands, before reaching for the mirror. He looked to be quite apprehensive, touching his own face.

‘How is he?’ asked Parker’s soulmate.

‘Sidney’s a caring young man. Good sense of humour, but rather ill-humoured most days. Can be gruff, but I’m sure a kind wife will be able to knock that out of him. I’ve seen him being warm and friendly before. He’s the youngest brother of three, no worries though, he’s still rich. Yours is too, even more so, Miss.’

Babington looked up and frowned. It was a mighty strange look on him, and Crowe wished Babington would never scrutinize him in the way his soulmate was now scrutinizing him with Babington’s eyes.

‘I don’t care about wealth.’

‘He’s got a great personality too. Very friendly, very caring. He puts up with a lot of my shit.’

Babington looked away. He still hadn’t touched the paper.

‘Could you please write your name? He knows you might be together with someone else, and he won’t force himself on you. He just wants to know who you are.’

‘He would? That’s… Very kind. Tell him that even in my darkest dreams I couldn’t imagine him forgiven me for what I was doing at the moment he entered my body. That man is dead to me now. It’s why I never contacted him. I was too ashamed. And I’m not worth having. I’m not going to contact him, and I don’t want him to find me. I don’t know him, he doesn’t know me. There’s no reason why we should be together. I –‘

Despite the fact that they had all talked at an incredible speed, there still hadn’t been enough time. The bodies in front of him shook, and his friends returned to him, looking at him with expectant eyes.

Sidney grabbed the paper. ‘Charlotte Heywood. Willingden. Heywood Farm. Didn’t contact you because my parents wanted to make sure we were matched’, he read out loud.

Babington looked at the paper in front of him. ‘I’m sorry for what happened. I wish you well, Esther.’ She hadn’t given any new information.

His eyes connected with Crowe’s. His friend was crestfallen. ‘She’s not together with the man she was kissing. She was too ashamed by the event, that’s why she never contacted you. I don’t think she has a lot of confidence.’

‘She doesn’t. I could… I could feel her. It was so dark. There was humour, and a softness, but she’s not doing great I think.’

‘She said something about not being worth having. Welcome to the club man, these women just don’t want to be found.’

‘We’re forgetting someone, Crowe. Parker, how was your lady?’

‘She…’ He rolled his eyes, but couldn’t keep himself from laughing. ‘She’s like a ball of energy, excitement and joy. Quite overwhelming. She’ll be a handful.’

‘Congratulations, dear friend. Seems broody old you can finally meet your match. May she be the sunlight that lights your dark mood.’

Sidney Parker tried his best to scowl, but failed to do so. He set out for the Heywood farm the day after the holidays were officially over, a ring in his pocket.

••••••••••

Esther Denham hadn’t thought her life would go this way.

At the age of seventeen, she was certain that she and her stepbrother were going to be together forever. Edward wasn’t an affectionate man. But he was the only one who was there for her after her parents died. The only one who took the trouble to know her and keep her company. He also claimed to love her and promised to never leave her.

At the end of her eighteenth year on this planet, at the beginning of December, she’d overheard some town girls talking about how he’d been intimate with a maid of Lady Denham’s. She’d confronted him, and first he’d denied it, but then he’d admitted to it. He promised her that it was an accident and that it wouldn’t happen again, for she was his true love. In an attempt to prove how certain he was, he kissed her at midnight.

It had been the end of all promises. It was their first kiss, and their last kiss. Because she suddenly felt a presence in her body which was decidedly not Edward. The presence of this person filled her up with warmth. And he simultaneously felt like a cool bath on a hot summer’s day. Edward had never felt as soothing and gentle as the man. Edward was fire: burning everything he encountered on his path; he was ice: cold and unyielding. At the same time his body had been inhabited by a girl apparently, or so their aunt told them afterwards.

Her aunt wished she’d contact Lord Babington immediately, but Edward told her soulmates were forced upon them by deities and society. “What does some God above know what is good for us? Why do we let them decide.” Esther listened for a year, and kept anyone from contacting her soulmate. A year in which Edward grew even more money hungry and merciless, visited his aunt when she was ill as if her sickly form was some kind of theatre piece for him to watch, and kept screwing around.

She decided that perhaps God couldn’t know everything, but both God and she herself could clearly see that Edward was bad for her. She gave up on his empty promises. It had been a hard thing to do. He turned her life into a living hell, calling her names, berating her and exercising all male control he could. All the while he kept on screwing Clara in an attempt to disgrace her, but Clara managed to avoid the truth getting out to anyone except Esther. She became isolated. And all his comments on her stupidity seeped right through her skin. She was too proud to show him how they got to her, but in the privacy of her room she couldn’t help but break down a little more each day. She hated herself for ever having been in love with him. She hated herself for trusting men. She hated herself for being stupid and powerless. And the only thing which could have been good about her life, her soulmate, had been taking from her by her own stupidity as well. She’d been seventeen and had still been years away from turning twenty-two, but she’d known that others could get into her body at the stroke of midnight. The only impression her soulmate would have, would be that instead of awaiting a soulmate or celebrating the New Year, that she’d been kissing someone else, without a wedding ring in sight that would excuse it.

She refrained from contacting her soulmate in the following years as well. She felt she’d ruined it. He was a lord. He’d be wealthy and well acquainted with the ways of the world. Meanwhile she was poor, was involved in an improper relationship as far as he knew, and had spent all her life in a stupid seaside town. Nothing about her would be attractive to a lord. She hadn’t made a good first impression, the only thing she could do was avoid him to keep him from discovering more bad things about her. If they met, he’d find out she’d been kissing her stepbrother. If that didn’t make him run: her stupidity and lack of wealth would make it happen. Besides, she didn’t know if she could trust another man, even one whose presence felt like a comfortable blanket.

In her twenty third year of life, she knew their paths were bound to cross again. She wondered if he was the way he seemed when he inhabited her body for a minute. She wondered what he thought of her. Though she knew she wouldn’t get answers. She decided it would be for the best if she didn’t give him a way to contact her. The only thing she wished to do, was to find a way to apologize.

She hadn’t expected to interact with someone. She hadn’t expected him to be this prepared. She hadn’t expected to be forgiven. She hadn’t expected to hear what he was like, and she hadn’t expected to be able to look at his face. He was actually quite handsome. But her confidence was so low, hearing of his forgiveness only made her feel worse. She felt too self-aware. She couldn’t believe she was matched to wealthy lord, who was so kind he’d forgive her and wish her all happiness. She wasn’t worth the forgiveness, and she wasn’t worthy of such a fine spouse, she was so much less.

She was glad that she’d managed to apologize. But going into his body had been a curse, for now his face filled her dreams, and her mind kept conjuring images of situations which could never happen.

‘Is there something the matter, cousin?’

‘Nothing you should know of, Clara.’

‘I’m not your enemy.’

‘How can you be something else, if we’re vying for the same thing?’

‘I would like to have some of her money, yes. I have none of it myself. This is a competition, but it’s not worth this fight.’

‘You have no problem fighting over it with my brother in the most creative of ways.’

‘Don’t tell me you want him? Whatever you imagine, that is quite impossible. And he’s not a good man, you’re a fool if you can’t see that. Besides, it’s all on Edward. I never initiated anything. He keeps forcing himself on me, and I keep barely avoiding scandal. I don’t want him, and I don’t want scandal. A scandal will be the end of me.’

‘I don’t want him. And I don’t really care about the money either. That’s always been Edward. I just wanted a happy life.’

Clara nodded.

‘We could be allies, you know. The two of us are stronger and smarter than him.’

‘And do what?’

‘I don’t know. But we could stop him from influencing our lives so much. We could support each other… You turned twenty-two last year, do you know your soulmate?’

‘Yes but… I… We can’t.’

‘I rejected mine as well. I told you before I managed to survive Edward because I was used to someone a lot worse in my previous home. There’s an automatic connection between soulmates, he probably felt what happened to me. To anyone who knows the extent of what I’ve experienced, I’m ruined goods. And he’s so privileged. I would risk his reputation if he’d have me at all, since he probably knows or suspects what happened.’

Eshter didn’t feel comfortable confiding in Clara yet. She was still suspicious, despite her cousin’s openness. But in a matter of months, that changed. Clara made sure Esther spent a lot of time in Lady Denham’s house, away from Edward’s influence. The old woman wasn’t particularly enjoyable, but Esther managed to score some points for making an effort for her aunt.

In turn, Esther made sure to follow Edward and Clara. An end came to Edward’s days of trying to ruin Clara. In Juli of the same year, the women outed Edward’s gambling, dalliances with kitchen maids, and attempts to find and destroy Lady Denham’s will when the old woman took ill.

Edward was scrapped from the will, and banished from Sanditon.

••••••••••

Charlotte and Sidney had been courting for six months. It hadn’t always been easy. Sidney had been imperious, hard, arrogant and guarded, despite being eager to get to know his soulmate. And Charlotte had been overly open and young. But by and by, they got to understand one another, and had brought out the best in each other. She’d altered him so much, that he even started feeling guilty for ignoring his brother’s pleas for help and support in Sanditon. And so, under Charlotte’s encouragements, it was decided that they were going to marry in Sanditon. Charlotte was a small country girl, and wouldn’t have minded a small wedding, but upon meeting his brother, she felt her marriage to his brother could help to put Sanditon on the map, which in turn would help Sanditon grow and bring money to the oldest Parker brother.

All Heywoods moved to the town for the summer months. As she lived there, she got to know Sidney’s ward Miss Georgiana, and quickly befriended her, despite the girl being quite reserved at first because she thought Charlotte would support Sidney in everything. But she learned very quickly that Charlotte wasn’t like Sidney, and that she didn’t have any problem opposing him if she thought it would make Georgiana’s life better. She also got to know Lady Denham and her cousins, the ladies were quite reserved and though she didn’t like the Lady or Miss Brereton too much, Miss Denham’s manners and humour reminded her of Sidney which lead to Charlotte taking an instant liking to her. She sometimes wondered if the Esther Denham of Sanditon had been the Esther she’d met at the end of the previous year. She knew that Esther hadn’t wanted to meet her soulmate, but she couldn’t help but think how delightful it would be if Sidney’s best friend would find true love in Sanditon, in a girl she liked very much. She tried to find anything which would give away whether Esther Denham was the Esther of New Year’s Eve. She was quite funny, and the Esther of New Year hadn’t been funny. This Esther also had quite a confident air, which the Esther of New Year didn’t have. She also didn’t know the age of this Esther. In the end she decided that it was unlikely that it was the same Esther, since this one gave no sign of recognition when she was introduced to Charlotte. While the Esther of New Year’s Eve should have recognized her name, and the face of her fiancé.

She befriended some of the workmen as well, and grew even closer to the eldest Parker. Before the wedding took place, Charlotte managed to create a series of events to draw attention to the town, from a regatta to a ball to entertain Sidney’s London acquaintances before the wedding.

It was a great success. Everything was booked. Even the newly built block of buildings was rented and inhabited before they had applied the finishing touches. The last licks of paint were for after the wedding. Tom was ecstatic.

••••••••••

Esther had known, the second she saw Sidney Parker after his years of absence, with a young lady holding on to his arm, that she would be in trouble.

He was the man she’d sat next to when she was transported into the body of her fiancé. If he was going to marry, his friends would no doubt come.

She felt the instinctive need to hide, but since she met the two at a dinner, she was incapable of doing so. So she just put on her habitual confident and indifferent air, and pretended not to recognize them when they were introduced. Clara had noticed her freezing when the Parker brother entered the dining room however, and asked her about it after everyone had left.

Gods ways were ineffable, it turned out, since Clara recognized the man as well. It was that even they realized they were destined to be with Mr. Parker’s two friends. And they both comforted the other with the knowledge that their soulmates didn’t know what they looked like. Though Mr. Crowe knew Clara’s surname. They vouched to keep the others identity safe in case one of them was revealed though.

At the dinner, Esther had inconspicuously asked when the guests would start coming in. First, they would the day before the wedding, but that changed when Miss Heywood made an event calendar to lure the guests sooner. News came out that Mr. Parker’s friends would come in early and participate in the regatta. Esther and Clara stayed away with their aunt, who had ‘no desire in running around on a hill to get mud on a dress , and risk twisting an ankle on the grass.’

The midsummer ball, however, was inevitable. But they were grateful for Charlotte for giving the ball a theme. In a popular twist on the divine night, Charlotte had decided to make it a costumed party. Everyone was to wear a mask. And at the stroke of midnight, everyone would reveal their identity to their dance partner, like the identity of soulmates was uncovered at midnight on New Year’s Eve.

Esther and Clara knew Mr. Crowe and Lord Babington would be present, and they knew a certain Esther Denham and the Clara Brereton would be present.

Since Miss Heywood mentioned a Clara and an Esther attending the ball, both Crowe and Babington had agonized over whether or not to go looking for them. Crowe had done the Crowe thing and gotten himself drunk, and Babington had done the Babington thing and accepted Miss Heywood’s negative answer on whether she thought it might be his soulmate called Esther.

••••••••••

Charlotte greeted Esther and Clara with a big smile. She was wearing a swan mask, and it suited her perfectly. Esther had opted for a dark blue mask covering her eyes. A blue floorlength veil was attached to it as well, hiding a good part of her hair. Clara wore a simple white mask hiding half of her face.

A tall figure which couldn’t be mistaken for anyone else’s than Sidney Parker made his way towards them, with three other men and a lady in tow.

‘Ah, ladies. I’d like to introduce my friends.’

‘Is this not a masked ball? You shouldn’t, Mr. Parker’, noted Esther.

‘Alright, but you already know my name?’

‘I think you’re a bit too recognisable, Mr. Parker’, laughed his fiancée.

‘But how am I to introduce my friends?’

‘Fake names. Anyone can be anyone tonight”, decided Clara.

‘I shall be Lord Dionysys.. sus?’, slurred a man with curly hair and a red mask obscuring his entire face except his mouth region. On both cheeks, wine bottles were drawn.

‘How fitting’, Clara smirked.

Esther couldn’t help but smile.

‘Ser Lancelot’, said another.

‘Lady of the Lake’, decided the woman with black hair in a long white and blue dress with many jewels. ‘Pleased to meet you, and nice to see you again, Charlotte.’

‘Lady Su-‘ Charlotte tried asking, but the woman laid a finger on her lips. ‘We must keep the mystery. Even though I cheated.’

Everyone now focussed on the last man. His hair was almost invisible underneath his black hat, and his face was concealed by a black scarf with holes cut out for the eyes. Fake whiskers and a goatee were drawn on his upper lip and chin.

‘I don’t want to be any ser or lord tonight, I shall be Claude Duval.’

‘I am Miss Swan tonight’, decided Charlotte.

‘I shall be Miss Bennett. Since I enjoyed Pride and Prejudice’, Clara decided.

Esther looked about.

‘I’m afraid I’m not feeling particularly inspired.’ She thought about popular works of fiction and myths and legends which might tell something about her.

‘I shall go by the name Rhiannon.’ A strong minded goddess who chose her own husband and was often misinterpreted wasn’t a bad thing to be.

‘Our friend assures us of good sport here, shall we find any?’ asked the inebriated incarnation of the God of Wine.

‘I believe there is very little shooting in the neighbourhood, sir’, Esther shot back. The sooner Mr. Parker’s friends left them, the better.

‘I wasn’t thinking of shooting.’

‘My friend was thinking of dancing, I’m sure’, the highwayman dressed in black laughed while looking at his friend.

‘Could we persuade any of you young ladies to dance with us?’

It was the opposite of what Esther desired. But Charlotte skipped to her fiancé, Clara was approached by the Arthurian knight and she herself was approached by the highwayman.

‘You do wish to dance with me, don’t you?’

‘I suppose the intention of a ball is to dance.’

‘That doesn’t mean you wish to be dancing.’

‘I didn’t think a highwayman would take into account what someone desires.’

‘I’m not just any highwayman. I’m Duval. I’m a gentleman thief.’

‘And a thief of hearts, who asks women to dance with him after robbing their husbands.’

‘Ah, I’ve forgotten something then. Pray tell where your husband is, so I can rob him first.’

Esther had to laugh and shook her head.

‘Unfortunately, I have yet to find a husband who can be robbed.’

‘Pick one, if memory serves me well, you picked your own husband.’

That certainly got a new connotation, taking into account how she was avoiding her soulmate at this very moment. She wished she could distinguish the colour of his eyes or the structure of his hair. But both were shielded by the black fabric and hat. She could currently be dancing with him. Either that, or he was dancing with the Lady of the Lake. Clara was most definitely dancing with Mr. Crowe. Mr. Crowe hadn’t worn a hat, and she’d recognized him immediately. She wondered if Clara knew she was dancing with her soulmate.

‘I do. But I have yet to find someone I deem worthy of the title.’

‘Ha! And pray tell, what set of accomplishments must a man show before you deem him worthy, or do you deem the one chosen by Night Divine to be the worthy candidate?’

If Esther stepped on his foot, it was entirely by accident. How to tackle that topic? She collected her wits, after a nervous giggle escaped her mouth.

‘We’ve only known each other for five minutes, and you’re already asking about my soulmate? You rogue. Let’s not discuss it. The whole point of tonight is to have fun and pretend that we’re looking for our soulmate blindly, until the clock chimes midnight. It’ll be the only time we can choose whose identity we wish to be revealed. I like to choose a soulmate for tonight, let’s not discuss the more serious variant.’

The man bit his lip. ‘As you wish, my goddess.’

Her heart was definitely not beating faster, thank you very much, nor were her cheeks burning. Esther decided their interactions were going way too smoothly. She decided to remain silent for the rest of the dance.

‘You wish to remain mysterious’, he concluded at the end of the dance.

‘Isn’t that the way of deities? Their ways are a mystery to the mortals. I’ve got to keep up the pretence.’

‘And you do so excellently. In some way, nights like these are supposed to strip one of the pretence of our usual lives, so we can be our truest selves, but our true self remains a mystery still, since our covers add a new layer to us. I sometimes wonder when one can be without pretence, I’m starting to think my life has been too full of it.’

‘I doubt there are many among us who can say that they've lived a life free from pretence.’

‘Well, then, surely, if we're to lead a better life we're honour bound to free ourselves from such a burden.’

The dance required Esther to take the hand of another man, which gave her time to reflect. She did tire of pretending. Pretending to be fine to others, pretending being cold and uncaring, pretending she wasn’t worried about meeting her soulmate, but the pretence seeped deeper than that: she tried to pretend to herself that she was alright with not meeting her soulmate. She pretended the dreams filled with visions of a future with him didn’t happen. It was tiring. She did admire the highwayman for his openness and friendliness, but at the same time his openness intimidated her. She wished she could remain silent and maintain her façade, because right now, she was everything but calm. He made her laugh, he made her wonder, he made her reflect, he made her curious, and his tall form made her stomach uneasy.

Lord Babington was struggling with his emotions as well. Every day for the past five years, a girl had been on the back of his mind, popping up whenever he was enjoying himself with someone else. She did now too, as he was enjoying a dance with the vibrant young woman in blue. He knew that somewhere out there, a sad insecure Esther lived, who didn’t deem herself worthy of her soulmate. He felt guilty for enjoying himself while she was depressed, with a funny, witty and confidant woman who clearly didn’t care a fig about soulmates. He wondered whether the woman in his arms had experienced Night Divine herself. He assumed she had, most young women who hadn’t were all star-eyed thinking about the moment they could finally contact their true love, while she seemed unwilling to think about him. A woman who didn’t want to think about her own soulmate, would perhaps not mind to be with a person who had a soulmate but was still single, like himself.

‘I feel disinclined to be in agreement with you too much, too soon. I wouldn’t want to give the impression I’m enjoying the company of a highwayman.’

Lord Babington had to laugh again. ‘No, no, no, no. Whatever you do, you must guard against that. The humiliation. You have your reputation to consider.’

‘And you yours, though I’m sure yours is beyond redemption.’

The woman nodded. The dance had ended, but their conversation hadn’t, and against her better judgement, Esther was persuaded to give him the next dance as well, when he offered her his hand.

‘I admit, I am a highwayman. But I think you’d be surprised. I’m not such a good-for-nothing as I would like. Had the king known me, he wouldn’t have hung me.’

The edges of reality started to blur, as both kept on drawing from the stories surrounding their characters. Yet, though while pretending to be another, Lord Babington spoke only truth when he admitted that he had spent his life pretending to be a good-for-nothing dandy who enjoyed gambling and women, in his darkest dreams, he wished to have a domestic life, filled with peace. And he wished peace for his friends as well. He’d much rather see them all nicely settled, instead of them having yet another drunken story to tell.

‘Are you going to tell me you are a misunderstood Robin Hood, who gifted to the poor instead? How cliché.’

‘Cliché?’

‘All thieves pretend to be good. Why can’t any of them just own up to the fact that they’re thieves? Not everything on this planet is done with good intentions. One can be satisfied if something if one’s actions merit oneself, to have those actions merit others as well is quite rare.’

‘You wouldn’t mind me stealing for my own merit only?’

‘It’s not good, by any means. But I believe it is still better if your actions serve you, than if you do things simply because you feel forced by society or acquaintances, in such cases, your actions don’t serve anyone. Those are the worst kinds of actions, not the selfish ones which merit you, not those who merit others, but those you do simply because you are expected to.’

‘You are full of wisdom, goddess Rhiannon. I hope our society will, in some future, learn not to apply so much pressure on its people. But in the meantime we can fight it by leading by example. Let’s not do things simply because they are expected of us.’

Esther bit her lip. She felt that her original comment, which had been meant to be merely amusing, had escalated and turned into something far too revealing and outright. Her words surprised even herself. What had she done not for herself but for something like society or propriety?

‘Spoken as a man and a thief. Women do not have such freedom. Should we go against the written and unwritten rules of society, our reputations would be tarnished. A lady’s reputation is everything. I shall leave men to the task, since they get every other important task in the world as well, save for childbearing.’

‘My word’, he laughed. She certainly wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. Of course, he could be just about anyone, instead of a Lord who indeed got all his money and his job simply by being born into the right household, and being born male. But it was still a bold statement to say to anyone. He knew quite a few women, in the higher ranks of society, who might exclaim similar things if they were wealthy enough, and they were either widowed or married to a particularly liberal husband. He had to admit he admired her spirit.

The song ended and the lady bowed.

‘Now I shall take my leave, so you might steal another woman’s heart. I’m quite attached to mine.’

‘But isn’t the fun in risking it?’ Babington couldn’t help but ask.

‘You have an awful idea of fun, you rascal.’

She disappeared, her stunning blue veil floating behind her.

••••••••••

Esther, Charlotte and Georgiana went outside to catch some air, and discuss the ball. Inside, the men were doing the same. The Lady of the Lake joined them and informed Charlotte that the oldest Mr. Parker was looking for her. She apologized and left.

‘How's your pursuit of the lady in blue progressing, then, Babington? I noticed you two shared two dances, and you seemed to be having a good time.’

‘Very well. She professes she must keep from agreeing with me, and has encouraged me to find other ladies for the evening. She's deliciously witty and smart. She had no problem playing the: men get to do everything card.’

‘Saucy bitch. And you, a peer of the realm. Has she any idea?’ asked Crowe.

Babington shook his head, smiling.

‘I love it’, Crowe laughed.

‘So, how long before you, er, bring her to heel?’

‘"Bring her to heel"? She's not a dog, Crowe, she's a young lady. Besides, there’s still Esther.’

‘She needs to be mastered. And mastering a girl is a great deal of fun. You’ve held on to her for over five years, Babington. Are you going to wait for her the rest of your life? All I’m saying is if you really like this one, why not go chase her? A real woman is so much better than some untouchable soulmate somewhere on the world’, venom seeped through his words. Years of his soulmate avoiding him while he felt her pain, made him grow bitter and frustrated. Lord Babington could hardly blame him, luck had never been on Crowe’s side. He couldn’t blame his friend from wanting to move on from his soulmate. But right now, during a ball, was not the time to have a serious conversation about it.

‘Mind you, I like a bit of spirit in a girl’, Babington admitted, continuing the conversation as if he wasn’t worried… and wasn’t seriously considering pursuing the red haired woman, which he was.

‘That Austen girl I was dancing with, she’s got some real spunk about her. I like that in a woman. If I found her in a certain other setting, I would definitely take her to my chambers’, he grinned.

‘You pig!’ scolded Lord Babington.

‘Now now, Crowe, perhaps a glass of orange juice would do you well’, frowned Sidney.

‘Not now’, his friend said as he noticed the girl standing beside an old woman.

He took off in her direction.

••••••••••

By the time Esther went looking for Clara, it was too late. Clara had gone to her aunt, and Mr. Crowe had gone to Mr. Tom Parker, who had been talking to Charlotte, to ask who the old woman who didn’t bother with a mask was. He quite forgot the charade, and pointed out that it was Lady Denham, the wealthy patron of the town, with her ward Miss Brereton. Charlotte then saw Mr. Crowe marching towards Lady Denham and Clara.

Esther puzzled together Charlotte’s words with her own knowledge. Mr. Crowe might have been drunk, but not that drunk as to forget the surname of his soulmate. He had gone to her, demanding to know her first name, and Lady Denham had ruined it further by exclaiming: ‘Clara, what on earth is the meaning of all this.’

Mr. Crowe’s anger slipped out of him, and he turned on all his charm when replying Lady Denham that he was her soulmate, and she had been avoiding him for three years. He asked Lady Denham whether he was allowed to have a conversation with her while taking a turn about the room, and she had granted it.

Now the two of them were nowhere to be seen, and Esther most definitely panicked.

‘We must find them. You may not know, but they are soulmates. Mr. Crowe is drunk, and Clara has hidden herself from him for years. She only hid herself because it was risky to make herself known. Perhaps if he was sober I might have trusted them to have a civil conversation about it. But he isn’t.’

‘I had no idea’, Charlotte stammered.

‘What can we do?’ asked Lady Georgiana, clearly the most clear headed one.

‘We need to search. Each goes a different direction. Check for any open rooms or remote places.’

‘I take the upstairs’, Georgiana decided.

‘I take the left hallway, there are some two rooms open there, and some dark corners’, Charlotte said as she took her leave as well.

Which left Esther to do the hallway on the right. She tried to look inconspicuous at first, but grew more hurried as time progressed. But no door nor corner offered relief. She didn’t find a trace of her cousin anywhere.

She remained in the main hallway, unwilling to go in without finding her cousin, when suddenly, that very person emerged in the portal of the main door leading out towards the street. Everyone had looked on the inside of the building. It hadn’t crossed their mind that they may have left the building altogether. Behind her, an unmasked man walked, he was surprisingly steady on his feet. He seemed to have sobered overtime.

‘Cousin’, Clara greeted her without revealing her name, as they’d promised.

‘Are you alright?’

‘I am. We talked things over… Well, it was more like shouting from time to time… And crying. But I’m fine. We’re engaged.’

‘You are?’

Clara nodded, unable to hide her smile as tears started slipping out of the corners of her eyes.

‘I couldn’t have wished for a more understanding spouse. We always assume the world to be cruel and unfair. And we almost assume the worst, and after what we experienced, who can blame us? But whatever deity lives up there, they’re right about who they set us up with.’

‘Stop it. You’re making us sound soppy. I might just vomit if I hear any more love and sunshine shit’, Crowe moaned.

‘Then step back. I need to say something to her in private anyway.’

Crowe raised his eyebrows, daring her to command him around. She only raised her eyebrows in return, and he stepped back.

‘Cousin. If he could accept me, there is no reason to believe your soulmate might not accept you as well. Go and have fun tonight, and try to find him. All is not lost, I can scarcely believe it myself.’

‘I don’t know, Clara.’

Her thoughts slipped to the curly brown hair and bluish green eyes of the man she’d seen in the mirror last December. But then they slipped to the tall man in black. She still didn’t know his identity.

‘Ah, there you are. I was starting to wonder where you… Oh, we were looking for you too!’ Charlotte and Georgiana walked into the hallway together.

‘We’re here. Everything’s fine’, Esther said quickly.

‘What’s fine?’ a deep voice asked behind her.

‘Everything’, Esther said in a haughty tone as she turned to face Sidney Parker.

Charlotte floated to the arm of her beloved.

‘Let’s return to the party. I want to dance’, she cooed. Sidney Parker tried and failed not to smile.

Ser Lancelot and the highwayman remained near the edge of the ballroom. She knew she should try out Lancelot to discover whether he was Lord Babington, but she found herself being asked to dance by Lord Babington again.

••••••••••

‘Why, you would think there’s not a single other maid in the room.’

‘Do you wish it?’

‘Fine.’

‘Gone cold again in an attempt to not be too agreeable?’

‘Why insist if you’re treated with so little civility?’

‘Perhaps it is the fascination of trying to keep up with your verbal sparring. All I know is the more I speak with you, the more drawn I am to you.’

Esther bit her lip. He was being way too forthright, but unfortunately, their earlier conversations had given him reason to speak earnestly.’

‘You’ve only known me for a couple of hours. First impressions are important but they’re rarely accurate. It’s all superficial.’

‘Was our conversation superficial? I don’t believe so.’

‘We were pretending to be a goddess and a thief throughout the entirety of our conversation. Besides, isn’t there a soulmate? You have to be over twenty-two.’

‘You yourself critiqued me when I made a joke about soulmates a couple of hours ago. And you critiqued me just now for admitting that I liked you based on a couple of hours of knowing you, yet you ask about my soulmate? Someone fate links me to, despite that I’ve never met her? If I would like her upon seeing her, nobody would consider it strange. Yet, to spend hours with you and then decide I like you, is somehow considered too soon?’

Esther found herself rendered speechless.

‘I shall ignore that you wish to avoid discussing your soulmate, and shall talk about mine, as I respect our mutual wish to live a life without pretence, and your wish that men lead by example’, he decided with a smile. ‘I have one, yes. And she has no wish of contacting me even though she knows my full name and address, while I only know her first name is Esther. I have no contact with her. I felt bad about it for a long time, but I believe that if she hasn’t looked for me in years, I’m allowed to choose a fake soulmate for one evening, don’t you agree?’

It was him. It was Lord Babington. All night, she’d been drawn towards her soulmate without knowing who he was, talking to him and laughing with him had been as easy as breathing.

‘You said that this night, you wished to be free to choose the identity of someone at the stroke of midnight, while ignoring real life soulmates. I do as well. It’s only for a night, after all.’

She shook her head, considering how ridiculous their interaction was now that she knew of his identity. ‘This is ridiculous.’

‘I’m serious.’

Oh, she’d said it out loud.

‘I wasn’t expecting this.’

She wasn’t expecting to be confronted with her own words, nor had she expected she would be drawn to her soulmate. She knew what would happen on midnight if she stayed with him. All masks fell off, and she would be face to face with her fate. Stripped of all pretence. She wanted him, the man in front of her. And she had loved every part of him, she enjoyed how his soul felt, she enjoyed how his face looked in the mirror on New Year’s Eve, and she enjoyed his openness, cheerfulness and jokes throughout the night.

But he didn’t know. And she wondered how he’d react.

The music changed, and their right hands slipped towards the other’s body, as their left hands formed a circle above them. It was a more intimate number.

‘I would hate to be a hypocrite. I too wanted to choose someone to discover the identity of at midnight. I believe I have now refrained from agreeing with you for a sufficient period of time. We’ve agreed on disliking pretence, let’s drop the last bit of pretence at midnight.’

Her heart was in her throat, and she could barely breathe.

His gaze was incredibly intense as they continued their dance, which existed of testing the space between them with hands which were a hair’s breath from touching. Every step closer was followed by two steps to create distance, and every time they reached for one another, was followed by a turn away.

Her arms were covered in goose bumps and her fingers ached to touch him.

She was dancing with her soulmate, and he had confessed to enjoying her. He enjoyed her when it was only she, he didn’t know of her poverty or position in society or Edward. Though all that would come very soon, at the stroke of midnight. But right now, she lived in a world in which he actually liked her, and she liked him. And in this short-lived world, a happy ending seemed almost within reach. She wished she could leave her name behind and be like this forever, her and him, stripped down to their personality, nothing more, nothing less.

A heat pooled in her belly. She was hot and cold all at once. Just two steps removed from fainting.

And just like that, the music stopped, and the countdown started.

She could only stare as he took off his hat, revealing lovely tousled brown curls.

‘It has been a lovely evening, goddess Rhiannon.’

Esther’s mouth was dry.

She could barely keep her hands from shaking.

Even her hearing was starting to shut down, the voices counting down seemed far removed, instead of near.

Her heart was now racing at an unprecedented speech.

‘One!’

She could dimly hear the people shouting and the music starting a joyful tune. The only thing her senses could focus on, was Lord Babington reaching for the back of his head, and removing the fabric covering half his face. He used it to swipe away the whiskers and goatee as well, though there were still grayish lines on his face.

Despite the dread running through her, she couldn’t help but smile.

‘What?’

She reached out, brushing over his upper lip and chin with her thumb to remove the makings on his face.

He didn’t move an inch. His tongue flew out to quickly wet his lips once she’d withdrawn her thumb. The air between them was buzzing.

Their eyes never left each other’s.

It was her turn to remove her mask.

Then the charade would end.

With shaking hands, she tried to remove her mask, but it was in vain. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, to focus on the feeling of the knotted satin sashes keeping her mask stuck to her face. She gasped for breath as her hands were covered by large warm ones.

‘Allow me.’

And within seconds, Esther’s dark brown eyes met those of Lord Babington.

She was even more beautiful than he’d imagined, despite that her mask hadn’t concealed that much.

He was still holding on to her mask, a fact he only became aware of when her delicate hands tried to take it from his.

‘I’m Lord Babington.’

As Esther opened her mouth, she could feel the air prickling her dry tongue. Only seconds now until the evening ended, and she would discover what the rest of her life would look like.

‘My name…’ Her voice gave up on the ‘a’, and she broke eye contact for a second before looking up. ‘Is Esther Denham.’

Lord Babington smiled at her.

‘Pleased to meet you.’

She frowned. She hadn’t expected him to act like this. She didn’t know what to expect, but it hadn’t been an easy smile.

Nor had she expected him to take her hand and press a kiss to it, as he was doing now.

He didn’t know her surname. He didn’t know.

‘And I’m your soulmate.’

His eyes shot up, but he remained there, bent over with his lips hovering above her palm. And in that instant, he saw how the façade had fallen as well as the mask. Insecurity, shame and sadness shone through her glassy eyes.

She had red hair like his soulmate.

She carried the name of his soulmate.

She hadn’t been intending on finding her soulmate tonight.

She’d shown deep and dark thoughts, but had shown a certain gentleness as well.

And she’d shown a humorous side as well.

It all matched.

‘I believe you are.’

They’d chosen each other, out of all people in this room.

He didn’t know how to navigate their interactions with this newly found knowledge. Just a couple of months ago, she had no wish for him. What were they to do, now that they had met and decided to like one another?

‘Now you know the truth. Now you know that I am the one who deliberately avoided you for five years. Now you know that this is the face of the woman who was kissing another man when you entered her body. Are you not disgusted? Are you not annoyed by my refusal to meet you?’

‘I don’t give a damn about your past, I never did. I always only wanted to know you. I wouldn’t have forced you to marry me if you were unwilling. I just wished to meet you, to discover the person I was matched with.’

‘I don’t wish to be your property. Or anyone’s. I don’t do well listening to men.’ She’d done enough of that, and had learned from her mistakes. She would never be as dependent on another man as she had been on Edward. She would never again rely on a man’s opinions, or allow him to decide for her.

‘Good, because I have no wish to own you.’

‘Why else would you want your soulmate?’

‘At first, I wanted you just because you were my soulmate. Then because I felt you, when you entered my body. I could feel your soul, and I admit I liked it. But then tonight I met you, and I was amazed by your spirit, your wit, your intellect, your humour, and now by your beauty. I can just imagine myself being in love with you. I only want to walk through life by your side.’

‘But, I’m poor. And I screwed up before.’

‘You said yourself that deciding on something for no one’s merit, like for the sake of society, is a horrible decision.’

‘Very well, then.’

‘You acc- you accept me?’

She bit her lip, to keep from reaching out to him.

‘I do.’

••••••••••

And if, after he asked her aunt, they disappeared in one of the dark corners she had checked before to exchange some real affection, no one had to know.

Who said a night could only be divine once a year?

••••••••••

FIN

••••••••••

For the 12 days of Sanditon challenge day 2, challenge hosted by @sanditoncreative

You can also find this story on Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21814399

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08/04/2021 DAB Transcript

2 Chronicles 35:1-36:23, 1 Corinthians 1:1-17, Psalms 27:1-6, Proverbs 20:20-21

Today is the 4th day of August welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I am Brian and it is a joy and a privilege and an honor to be here with you today around this Global Campfire as we take our next step forward together through the Scriptures and through the year. And…yeah…a year of our life together in the Bible changes an awful lot. So, let's take that next step forward. We’re reading from the book of second Chronicles, and we’ll actually be concluding the book of second Chronicles with our reading today. And then we get to the New Testament because we concluded the letter to the Romans yesterday we’ll be moving into some new territory. And we’ll talk about that when we get there. But first, second Chronicles chapters 35 and 36.

Introduction to 1 Corinthians:

Okay. So, now we’re turning into some new territory in the New Testament, another letter. We’ll actually be kind of camping out in Paul's letters for a while, but this newsletter was a letter written to the church in Corinth and those people were known as the Corinthians. And, so, this is…this letter is called Corinthians and it's the first one in the New Testament. And, so, this is called first Corinthians. And, so, just kinda of getting the lay of the land, Corinth wasn't like a little village, a little hamlet out in the hills in the sticks somewhere. This is like one of the largest cities in the whole Roman Empire. So, pretty influential city in the empire, kind of a hotspot, definitely a hub for commerce and trade and negotiation and business. And, so, it is a large polytheistic Roman Empire city where worship of lots of gods are happening, but it's also a very secular city, very secularized society. Same as we would experience in any large city pretty much in the world today. If there are a lot of people and they’re from a lot of places then you have a melting pot of a lot of ideas. So, there's a church there in Corinth, a Christian fellowship of people that Paul was in association with, and this letter is…is really written responding to some of the things he had been asked and some of the things that he had been hearing that were going on in the church there. And fundamentally he's encouraging unity. And they may have needed that encouragement. Obviously, they needed that encouragement but even though they’re a couple thousand years in the future…man that…that theme of getting on the same page and working and walking together in unity is no less poignant, no less needed today. And as we were going through Romans, you know, we came across passages of Scripture that are very famous like “the wages of sin are death, but the gift of God is eternal”, like all of these things in Romans. So, we recognize a lot of passages that are…that are famous. And we will notice the same thing in first Corinthians. There are themes and passages that are very famous like the theme of seeing through a glass darkly or that when I was a child I spoke as a child but when I…when I became a man I put away childish things. These are in first Corinthians. Then, of course, when we get to the 13th chapter of Corinthians, that…that is known as the love chapter and its very famous and very quotable. So, this is some of the territory that we are steering into. And, so, let's dive into Paul's first letter to the Corinthians. And today we will read chapter 1 verses 1 through 17.

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Hi this is Paul from Ohio been listening for about 14 years off and on. I'm calling today to say some prayer for Susie from Colorado who called in as she's feeling weary after 27 years of taking care of orphans in Haiti. You deserve to feel weary. Jesus felt weary several times. In John 4, 5, and six is said He was tired in the well near Samaria. In Matthew 5:23-24 He slept through the storm he was so weary. Elijah was allowed to sleep. In King's 19 he slept in the cave under the broom tree and God fed him and he fell back asleep and was OK. Jesus said come to me all you are weary, and I will give you rest. It is totally understandable, and I pray that you get the help that you need, and I pray that you'll see in scriptures not the verses that talk about you being lazy or not doing enough. You are doing plenty and you have to take care of yourself to be able to take care of the rest of the…those orphans many with disabilities. Just like on an airplane when they tell you to put your oxygen mask on first so that you can help the others, you gotta put your oxygen mask on. Give yourself a break. Ask for help. It will make you be a better caregiver and better able to do God's work on this earth. And I think that is what your goal is. You've already done so much. So, I pray for all these things for you. Amen.

Hi this is Kelly in Greensboro NC, and this is for Loving Heart in Saint Louis. I just heard your prayer my dear sweet sister in Christ over your precious daughter who has anorexia and I just wanted to lift you and your husband and your precious child up to the Lord for healing and I just wanted to pray some scripture over her. Psalm 30 verse 2, I cry out to the Lord and heals me. Psalm 103:3 the Lord forgives all my sins and heals all my diseases. Psalm 107:20, He sends His word and heals me and rescues me from the pit and destruction. Isaiah 58:8, My light shall break forth like the morning and My healing shall spring forth speedily. Jeremiah 17:14, heal me O Lord and I shall be healed, save me and I shall be saved for You are my praise. And then Jeremiah 30:17, the Lord has declared that He will restore me to health and heal my wounds. Lord we just pray that if there are any untapped resources that this precious family has not been made aware of that You will bring them into their lives father. And we just lift up this daughter to You, we lift up this mother and father who are heartbroken to see the health of their daughter deteriorate father. And Lord we just pray for complete and total healing of her mind and her body and in Jesus’ name we pray. Amen.

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Leviticus 6:8-13 comments: of breeches and eternal flames

Leviticus 6:8 ¶ And the LORD spake unto Moses, saying, 9 Command Aaron and his sons, saying, This is the law of the burnt offering: It is the burnt offering, because of the burning upon the altar all night unto the morning, and the fire of the altar shall be burning in it. 10 And the priest shall put on his linen garment, and his linen breeches shall he put upon his flesh, and take up the ashes which the fire hath consumed with the burnt offering on the altar, and he shall put them beside the altar. 11 And he shall put off his garments, and put on other garments, and carry forth the ashes without the camp unto a clean place. 12 And the fire upon the altar shall be burning in it; it shall not be put out: and the priest shall burn wood on it every morning, and lay the burnt offering in order upon it; and he shall burn thereon the fat of the peace offerings. 13 The fire shall ever be burning upon the altar; it shall never go out.

Let’s clear up one piece of nonsense that Fundamentalist control-freaks are notorious for with regard to the word breeches.

Breeches were underwear worn under the garment. As we saw back in Exodus;

Exodus 28:42 And thou shalt make them linen breeches to cover their nakedness; from the loins even unto the thighs they shall reach:

Loins and thighs are references to the parts of the body that contains the reproductive organs and organs of waste elimination. On the outside of the body it is the area where a sword or dagger is hung.

Genesis 35:11 And God said unto him, I am God Almighty: be fruitful and multiply; a nation and a company of nations shall be of thee, and kings shall come out of thy loins

Song of Solomon 7:1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

Judges 3:16 But Ehud made him a dagger which had two edges, of a cubit length; and he did gird it under his raiment upon his right thigh.

Pants wearing didn’t become common in Europe until the 8th century AD, after the fall of the western part of the Roman Empire.[1] The first recorded wearing of pants was for the horse-riding Scythians of the 8th century BC. The Romans regarded wearing pants as a sign of being barbarians due to the horse-riding hordes that constantly threatened the empire.

This verse is often used to justify the thought that women who wear pants, pantsuits, or slacks are sinning against God or being rebellious.

Deuteronomy 22:5 The woman shall not wear that which pertaineth unto a man, neither shall a man put on a woman’s garment: for all that do so are abomination unto the LORD thy God.

Your convictions that you, ladies, or your wife, gentlemen, should only wear a dress are fine but don’t impose them on others as a sign of righteousness. The loose-fitting garments that all people wore at this time would not be accepted today for Christian men. Garments specifically worn by women are noted in the Bible.

2Samuel 13:18 And she had a garment of divers colours upon her: for with such robes were the king’s daughters that were virgins apparelled. Then his servant brought her out, and bolted the door after her.

Song of Solomon 5:3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

Isaiah 3:22 The changeable suits of apparel, and the mantles, and the wimples, and the crisping pins, 23 The glasses, and the fine linen, and the hoods, and the vails.

They also wore vails for modesty at certain times.

Genesis 24:64 And Rebekah lifted up her eyes, and when she saw Isaac, she lighted off the camel. 65 For she had said unto the servant, What man is this that walketh in the field to meet us? And the servant had said, It is my master: therefore she took a vail, and covered herself.

Ruth 3:15 Also he said, Bring the vail that thou hast upon thee, and hold it. And when she held it, he measured six measures of barley, and laid it on her: and she went into the city.

Sometimes they were worn by prostitutes as a sign showing their profession.

Genesis 38:13 And it was told Tamar, saying, Behold thy father in law goeth up to Timnath to shear his sheep. 14 And she put her widow’s garments off from her, and covered her with a vail, and wrapped herself, and sat in an open place, which is by the way to Timnath; for she saw that Shelah was grown, and she was not given unto him to wife. 15 When Judah saw her, he thought her to be an harlot; because she had covered her face.

They wore headdresses and makeup depending on their status.

2Kings 9:30 ¶ And when Jehu was come to Jezreel, Jezebel heard of it; and she painted her face, and tired her head, and looked out at a window.

Jeremiah 4:30 And when thou art spoiled, what wilt thou do? Though thou clothest thyself with crimson, though thou deckest thee with ornaments of gold, though thou rentest thy face with painting, in vain shalt thou make thyself fair; thy lovers will despise thee, they will seek thy life.

There were things required of all.

Numbers 15:38 Speak unto the children of Israel, and bid them that they make them fringes in the borders of their garments throughout their generations, and that they put upon the fringe of the borders a ribband of blue: 39 And it shall be unto you for a fringe, that ye may look upon it, and remember all the commandments of the LORD, and do them; and that ye seek not after your own heart and your own eyes, after which ye use to go a whoring: 40 That ye may remember, and do all my commandments, and be holy unto your God.

And there were restrictions.

Deuteronomy 22:11 Thou shalt not wear a garment of divers sorts, as of woollen and linen together. 12 Thou shalt make thee fringes upon the four quarters of thy vesture, wherewith thou coverest thyself.

My point is that there would have been distinctions between the dress and appearance of men and women of all classes. Using underwear worn by the priests as an article of control and domination over women in the assembly of God’s people today strikes me as a wicked thing. How people have twisted the Bible when they have an agenda to push is amazing. It is modesty that we must insist upon. Skin-tight, form-fitting polyester slacks on either sex is not in keeping with how a Christian should display themselves in the world. Modesty is the key.

In verse 11 the ashes of the offering are carried to a clean place as Christ’s body was laid in a new tomb unused previously.

Matthew 27:57 ¶ When the even was come, there came a rich man of Arimathaea, named Joseph, who also himself was Jesus’ disciple: 58 He went to Pilate, and begged the body of Jesus. Then Pilate commanded the body to be delivered. 59 And when Joseph had taken the body, he wrapped it in a clean linen cloth, 60 And laid it in his own new tomb, which he had hewn out in the rock: and he rolled a great stone to the door of the sepulchre, and departed.

Verse 13 speaks of a flame that does not go out, much like our salvation and eventual union with Christ.The flame and passion in our hearts for Him must never allowed to go out or the Holy Spirit be quenched as we often say in reference to a fire being put out.

1Thessalonians 5:19 Quench not the Spirit.

Here, in this passage that would be written down sometime between 1200-1400BC we have an archetype that would be copied in many cultures and in many religions later on. The First Persian Empire, the Achaemenid, of around 500BC had its eternal flame, the Atar, representing “divine sparks” in Zoroastrianism. There was the sacred fire of Vesta in ancient Rome, the sacred fire of the Celtic goddess, Brigid, in Ireland and on and on. They all came much later, Satan’s counterfeits, as that is one of his primary vocations, counterfeiting what God has done already.

We have an “eternal flame” burning at many monuments and gravesites of notables in the United States, a reflection of something that God originally put in place for a very different reason. Scholars have noted how ancient religion was characterized by the worship and veneration of the dead. We can understand this by how the sons of God who came to earth and lived as men were remembered and how the heroes of history like Noah and Seth would be remembered in the popular mind. Christian authorities like Augustine of Hippo noted that the gods of the ancients were once heroes, perhaps the mighty men of renown of Genesis 6. Part of ancestor and hero worship was the family’s sacred fire to be attended and not allowed to die.[2] So, when you think that Americans would never engage in idolatry and paganism just think of the many so-called eternal flames we have burning to commemorate our dead heroes.

[1] LiveScience, “Explained: Why We Wear Pants,” July 16, 2012. https://www.livescience.com/34077-wearing-pants-horse-riding.html

[2] Numa Denis Fustel De Coulanges, The Ancient City: A Study of the Religion, Laws, and Institutions of Greece and Rome (1864, repr. Mineola, NY: Dover Publications, 2006), 37.

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mclaughreformation · 5 years ago

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This is a picture from inside the main octagonal dome within Aix-la-Chapelle in Aachen, Germany. After research, I have learned that this mosaic piece depicts Christ in His glory in Heaven. The figures above Christ are the four writers of the Gospels: Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. Along the edges of this dome are the 24 elders mentioned in Revelation 4:4, and we see that they are offering their crowns up to Christ. For each piece of the octagon there are three of the elders.

I. This building was one of the first places we visited upon coming to Europe for the semester. I have visited this building before in my previous semesters abroad, and I think it is magnificent. I am continually impressed by this stunning cathedral. I also chose it due to Charlemagne’s legacy. Although he was centuries before the Reformation, Charlemagne’s impact on the European world was immense.

II. Aix-la-Chapelle was the seat of Charlemagne’s power (quite literally, his throne was located here) in Aachen, Germany. As previously stated, although he was centuries before the Reformation, Charlemagne’s legacy on Europe, through the growth in power of the Catholic church, helped to create powers that were present during the time of the Reformation (as well as solidify that power of Catholicism as a supreme ruler in Western Europe). Charlemagne was very religious in nature, and under his rule, the Frankish kingdom started to look like the lost greatness of the Western Roman Empire of long ago. As a result of these things, the pope crowned him the first Holy Roman Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire. This new Holy Roman Empire also consisted of the papacy (although under the rule of the Emperor, the papacy still remained a powerful force within the Empire and throughout Europe), and became a force of land and religion that became a core entity of Western Europe for centuries, including during the Protestant Reformation. Now, to focus a bit more on the cathedral and the educational value of the artwork within it (like the picture above!). Like I mentioned, Charlemagne was very religious, and with his reign as Holy Roman Emperor, there was this renaissance of sorts, if you will, in Christian art. Yes, it had existed before, of course, but now that there was a leader of a religious empire with the will and means to produce said art, it flourished. The art in Aix-la-Chapelle is a perfect example of this explosion of art. Aside from the picture above, grand mosaics and inscriptions and stained glass cover the cathedral and all of them depict stories and values of the Christian faith. Due to Charlemagne’s effective rule, Christianity flourished in Western Europe, and the art surrounding his seat of power in Aix-la-Chapelle greatly reflects this.

IV. I actually had no idea that the central dome was octagonal until this trip! I always thought it was a normal dome, and truthfully, I never even considered that it might be octagonal, so that was pretty surprising to me.

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twdoceana-blog · 8 years ago

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I know there’s a lot of people that probably read way more than I do on here and I have so many books for my Kindle so I just wanted to share a list of all the books I have. These are just in the order of the most recent on my Kindle so I apologise if you were looking for it in alphabetical order. Rest of list will be under the cut just because there’s so many books. 400+ books. Oopsies~

A Game Of Thrones by George R. R. Martin

Sweetness (Bold As Love Book 1) by Lindsay Paige

50 Philosophy Ideas You Really Need To Know by Ben Dupré

50 Political Ideas You Really Need To Know by Ben Dupré

50 Psychology Ideas You Really Need To Know by Adrian Furnham

Answers for Aristotle: How Science and Philosophy Can Lead Us to A More Meaningful Life by Massimo Pigliucci

Cosmos by Carl Sagan

Crimes Against Humanity by Adam Jones

The Casual Vacancy by J. K. Rowling

The Glass Castle: A Memoir by Jeannette Walls

Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

The Satanic Verses: A Novel by Salman Rushdie

A Walk to Remember by Nicholas Sparks

1776 by David McCullough

Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer

Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer

End the Fed by Ron Paul

The Giver by Lois Lowry

The Host by Stephenie Meyer

John Adams by David McCullough

Killing Kennedy by Bill O’Reilly

Killing Lincoln by Bill O’Reilly and Martin Dugard

The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch and Jeffrey Zaslow

Liberty Defined: 50 Essential Issues That Affect Our Freedom by Ron Paul

New Moon by Stephenie Meyer

The Revolution: A Manifesto by Ron Paul

The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner: An Eclipse Novella by Stephenie Meyer

To Kill a Mockingbird by Lee Harper

Twilight by Stephenie Meyer

Colorado Kid by Stephen King

From a Buick 8 by Stephen King

Full Dark, No Stars by Stephen King

Gerald’s Game by Stephen King

Hearts In Atlantis by Stephen King

Insomnia by Stephen King

It by Stephen King

Just After Sunset by Stephen King

Lisey’s Story by Stephen King

Misery by Stephen King

Night Shift by Stephen King

Nightmares and Dreamscapes by Stephen King

Pet Sematary by Stephen King

Rage by Stephen King

Roadwork by Stephen King

Rose Madder by Stephen King

Salem’s Lot by Stephen King

Skeleton Crew by Stephen King

11/22/63: A Novel by Stephen King

Bag of Bones by Stephen King

Black House by Stephen King

Carrie by Stephen King

Cell by Stephen King

Christine by Stephen King

Cujo by Stephen King

Cycle of the Werewolf by Stephen King

Desperation by Stephen King

Different Seasons by Stephen King

Dolores Claiborne by Stephen King

Dreamcatcher by Stephen King

Duma Key by Stephen King

Everything’s Eventual by Stephen King

Firestarter by Stephen King

Four Past Midnight by Stephen King

Thinner by Stephen King

The Tommyknockers by Stephen King

Under the Dome: A Novel by Stephen King

UR by Stephen King

The Dark Half by Stephen King

The Dark Tower by Stephen King

The Dead Zone by Stephen King

The Drawing of the Three by Stephen King

The Eyes of the Dragon by Stephen King

The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon by Stephen King

The Green Mile by Stephen King

The Gunslinger by Stephen King

The Long Walk by Stephen King

One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey

The Regulators by Stephen King

The Running Man by Stephen King

The Shining by Stephen King

Song of Susannah by Stephen King

The Stand by Stephen King

The Talisman by Stephen King

The Waste Lands by Stephen King

The Wind Through the Keyhole by Stephen King

Wizard and Glass by Stephen King

Wolves of the Calla by Stephen King

Area 51 by Annie Jacobsen

The Fall of the Roman Empire: A New History by Peter Heather

Fifty Shades Darker by E L James

Fifty Shades Freed by E L James

Fifty Shades of Grey by E L James

The Grand Design by Stephen Hawking and Leonard Mlodinow

The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini

Les Misérables by Victor hugo

The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway

A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini

A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking

The Civil War, a Narrative: Fort Sumpter to Perryville by Shelby Foote

The Civil War, a Narrative: Fredericksburg to Meridian by Shelby Foote

The Civil War, a Narrative: Red River to Appomattox by Shelby Foote

Club Dead by Charlaine Harris

Dead in the Family by Charlaine Harris

Dead Reckoning by Charlaine Harris

Dead Until Dark by Charlaine Harris

Deadlocked: A Sookie Stackhouse Novel by Charlaine Harris

The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman

Hannibal by Thomas Harris

Living Dead in Dallas by Charlaine Harris

Looking for Alaska by John Green

Lord of the Flies by William Golding

Tinkers by Paul Harding

The Princess Bride by William Golding

Red Dragon by Thomas Harris

Red: My Uncensored Life in Rock by Sammy Hagar

The Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris

Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green and David Levithan

Alexander Hamilton by Ron Chernow

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll

Cash: The Autobiography by Johnny Cash

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl

The Coming of the Third Reich by Richard J. Evans

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton

Last Words by George Carlin and Tony Hendra

Napalm and Silly Putty by George Carlin

Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave by Frederick Douglass

The Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection by Charles Darwin

The Third Reich at War by Richard J. Evans

The Third Reich in Power by Richard J. Evans

An Unfinished Life: John F. Kennedy 1917-1963 by Robert Dallek

Washington by Ron Chernow

When will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops by George Carlin

Brain Droppings by George Carlin

The Horse and His Boy by C. S. Lewis

Last Battle by C. S. Lewis

The Magician’s Nephew by C. S. Lewis

All Together Dad by Charlaine Harris

A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess

Dead and Gone by Charlaine Harris

Dead as a Doornail by Charlaine Harris

Dead to the World by Charlaine Harris

Definitely Dead by Charlaine Harris

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

From Dead to Worse by Charlaine Harris

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C. S. Lewis

The Man Who Broke Into Auschwitz by Denis Avey

Prince Caspian by C. S. Lewis

The Silver Chair by C. S. Lewis

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C. S. Lewis

World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War by Max Brooks

The Zombie Survival Guide: Complete Protection From the Living Dead by Max Brooks

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

The Restaurant at the End of the Universe by Douglas Adams

Life, the Universe and Everything by Douglas Adams

So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish by Douglas Adams

Mostly Harmless by Douglas Adams

Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher

The Ultimate Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler

Awash with Summer Roses by Kestra Pingree

Black Widow: A Tense Thriller by Raven Creed

The Infiniti Investigates: Hattie Jenkins and The Infiniti Chronicles Books 1 to 5 by Pearl Goodfellow

Flesh and Bone: A Sweet Inspirational Romance (A Guitar Girl Romance Book 2) by Hope Franke Strauss

Beneath These Stars (Lucy Mitchell Book 2) by Hannah Ellis

I Laugh While You Cry: How to Train Yourself to Overcome the Impossible, Chase Down Your Dreams, and Become a Real-Life Superhero by Cruze Weston

Olivia, Mourning (The Olivia Series Book 1) by Yael Politis

A Life Worth the Fleeting Suns by Leon Huet

Hitler Here by George Thomas Clark

Worth the Wait by Rachel Tonks

Dragon Cursed by Mia Hall

Girl With No Fingerprints by Mark Bailey

Conceit (Se7en Deadly SEALs Book 1) by Alana Albertson

Touched By Time (Time Travel/Mail-Order Brides Romance, Book 1) by Zoe Matthews

Damn the Diets: How to Recover from Restrictive Diets, Dogmas, Eating Disorders and Body Degrading by Kayla Rose Kotecki

Lost Girls by Celina Grace

Inconvenient Murder: An Inept Witches Mystery by Amanda A. Allen

Letting Go: A Contemporary Romantic Thriller by Anthony Awtrey

Jammed (A Charlie Cooper Mystery, Volume 1) by Deany Ray

Captive (The Submerged Sun Series Book 1) by Vanessa Garden

Bone And Cinder: A Post-Apocalyptic Thriller (Zapheads Book 1) by Scott Nicholson

Chasing Beautiful (Chasing Series Book 1) by Pamela Ann

Don’t Call Me Kit Kat by K. J. Farnham

The Minimalist Mind: The 21 Mental Makeover to Stop Worry, Improve Mood, Focus Better and Master Your Emotions with Ease by David Winter

Dream Job (The Dreamwalker Chronicles Book 1) by Gregory Pettit

A Faries’ Tale: In Love There’s War: Would You Destroy Everything to Protect the Love of Your Life? by Rebecca Torrellas

Beyond The Lens (Lucy Mitchell Book 1) by Hannah Ellis

Trophies (Emma Kane/Jacob Thorne Book 2) by Todd Travis

Hot Husband (Hot Guys Book 1) by Starla Cole

Beyond (Beyond Series Book 1) by Maureen A. Miller

Of No Value: A Vietnam War Era Memoir bu Derrick Wolf

An Uncommon Sense (Sensual Healing Book 1) by Serenity Woods

Grounded (The Grounded Trilogy Book 1) by G. P. Ching

The Light of the Fireflies by Paul Pen

Necromantia Vol. 1-3 (Three Book Set) by Matthew Buza

Monday (Timeless Series #1) by E. L. Todd

Absolute Knowledge by Drew Cardell

The Marriage Will Not Take Place by Marguerite Steen

Rune Scale (Dragon Speaker Series Book 1) by Devin Hanson

Start Again: A Novel (Start Again Series #1) by J. Saman

Daisy Darling Meets A Man by Lindy Dale

Sentence of Marriage (Promises to Keep Book 1) by Shayne Parkinson

Dragonfriend by Marc Secchia

The Roommate (A New Adult Novel) by Shae Buggs

Mine to Take (Mine- Romantic Suspense Book 1) by Cynthia Edan

Devil in the Countryside by Cory Barclay

A Million More Tomorrows by A.R. Goodheart

Contract: Snatch (Sei Assassin Thriller Book 1) by Ty Hutchinson

1000 Yards - A John Milton Short Story (John Milton Series) by Mark Dawson

Army Investigations: A 5-Books Army Romance Series by Lola Silverman

The Serial Killer Books: 15 Famous Serial Killers True Crime Stories That Shocked The World (The Serial Killer Files) by Jack Rosewood

By Your Side: A Journey of Two Sisters Through Love and Sacrifice by Misty Proffitt-Thompson

Fractured Eden by Steven Gossington

The Power of Productivity: How to do More in Less Time by Leonardo D. M.

The Money Switch: How to Escape the 9-5. Aquire Financial Freedom and Generate Passive Income for Life by Lee Stan

The Hunger House by Conor Mcguire

Shy Girls Write It Better (Some Girls Do It Book 1) by May Sage

Justice Buried (Starbright Series Book 1) by Hilary Thompson

Haunted (The Haunted Love Trilogy Book 1) by Ann-Marie King

After the Cure by Deirdre Gould

Multiple-Victims Murder by Arnon Edelstein

The Notice (Storms of Transformation Series Book 2) by Daniella Bova

Body by You: The You Are Your Own Gym Guide to Total Women’s Fitness by Mark Lauren and Joshua Clark

Retrieval (The Retrieval Duet Book 1) by Aly Martinez

The Purple Rock (The Reverend P J. MacFarlane Series Book 1) by Angus MacVicar

Nightsong: A Neanderthal Mystery by M.J. Rhodes

Broken Leaves of Autumn by Eli Hai

The Raven (The Secret Chronicles of Lost Magic Book 1) by Aderyn Wood

Bells Above Greens by David Xavier

Jeffery Dahmer: A Terrifying True Story of Rape, Murder, & Cannibalism (The Serial Killers Books Book 1) by Jack Rosewood

Sinful Cinderella (Dark Fairy Tale Queen Series Book 1) by Anita Valle

The Resistance is Dead: Book One: The Outbreak by Kevin Mooseles

The Mules of Borgo San Marco by W. H. Canaway

The Post-Apocalyptic Reader’s Guide: The Ultimate Stockpile of Post-Apocalyptic and Dystopian Books, Movies, Television, Games & More by J. Thorn

Accidentally Married to the Billionaire - Part 1 (The Billionaire’s Touch) by Sierra Rose

Sam’s Song: A Sam Smith Mystery (The Sam Smith Mystery Series Book 1) by Hannah Howe

Schooled (Travesty Book 1) by Piper Lawson

The Dog That Laid Eggs: Every Monster Comes From Somewhere by Jonathan Maas

Break Your Busy - Set Your Creativity Free by Richard Conner

Heir of Illaria: Book One of the Illaria Series by Dyan Chick

Emerge by Heather Sunseri

Rite of Rejection (Acceptance Book 1) by Sarah Negovetich

Hammers of Time: Wood Cow Chronicles: Backlands by Rick Johnson

Neanderthal Seeks Human (Knitting in the City Book 1) by Penny Reid

Escorted by Claire Kent

Edwin Brook: Dire Recompense by Daeus Lamb

Less Than Human by Allen Long

The Magic Mines of Asharim by Pauline M. Ross

Fearless Author: Prepare, Publish and Launch Your Own eBook by Ashley Emma

Soul Watch by Ember T.

Decimation: The Girl Who Survived by Richard T. Burke

Slenderman (Emma Frost Book 9) by Willow Rose

Sex, Lies & Sweet Tea (Sex and Lies Book 1) by Kris Calvert

The Ceiling Man by Patricia Lillie

The Dead of Summer by Heather Balog

Living Well, Spending Less!: 12 Secrets of the Good Life by Ruth Soukup

Rite To Silence: London Calling Private Investigator Crime Thriller Series Book 1 by Solomon Carter

Fade (Paxton Locke Book 1) by Daniel Humphreys

Red Rover, Perdition Games by L.E. Fraser

The Sun and the Moon (Giving You ... Book 1) by Leslie McAdam

Sirtfood Diet: A Beginners Guide & Recipe Book on Sirtfoods & Their Amazing Benefits by Faye Froome

Daughter of Heaven: The True Story of the Only Woman to Become Emperor of China by Nigel Cawthorne

After Days: Affliction (The After Days Trilogy Book 1) by Scott Medbury

The Last City of America by Matthew Tysz

A Secret Kiss (Falling For Sakura #1) (The Princeton Brothers) by Alexia Praks

Like Soul Series (Books 1-4) by Val Conrad

The R.E.M. Effect by J.M. Lanham

A Totally ‘80s Romance (Boxed Set Books 1-3) by Addison Moore

The Weight of Happiness: On Food, Body, and Spirit by Ayelet Kalter

The Abducted Odessa Omnibus by Roger Hayden

The Children of Wisdom Trilogy by Stephanie Erickson

The Dreamer’s Lotus: The Sacred Symbol (The Lucidity Series Book 1) by Mike Dickerson

Crossroads (Crossroads Saga Book 1) by Mary Ting

Surviving Valencia by Holly Tierney-Bedord

The Colur of Death by Frances Lloyd

Blackthorn (Taurian Empire) by Nate Johnson

Lullaby of the Dead: Every Ghost Has a Story (Opus of the Dead Book 1) by Lynn Lamb

Follow the Shadows by Jocelyn Carew

Magic of Thieves (Legends of Dimmingwood Book 1) by C. Greenwood

Enter the Uncreated Night by Christopher Rankin

The Elven by Bernhard Hennen

Crow Hollow by Michael Wallace

The Evolution Trigger (Evoulution Trigger Trilogy Book 1) by C.S. Won

Ghost of A Girl: A Thriller! by Theo Cage

Blood Eagle: A Riveting Historical Thriller by Julia Derek

Sanity’s Thief: An Eric Beckman Paranormal Thriller (Eric Beckman Series Book 2) by Al Macy

Effortless Writing: The Simple Way to Write and Guarantee Remarkable Results by Kerry Miller

Conquer Your Dreams: A Sailor’s Dairy That’ll Propel Your Dreams to Reality! by Jagadhees Thirumoorthy

The Dead and the Missing (Adam Park Thriller Book 1) by A. D. Davies

Until There Was You (Starlight Hill Series Book 3) by Heatherly Bell

The Marriage Lie: A Bestselling Psychological Thriller by Kimberly Belle

Eversea (The Butler Cove Series Book 1) by Natasha Boyd

Today Will Be Different by Maria Semple

Out of Practice Aphrodite (The Goddess Chronicles Book 1) by S.E. Babin

Hum A Radiant Sickness by Patrick Bryant

Underneath - A Merfolk Tale (The Under Series Book 1) by M.N. Arzu

Burned by the Soul (Struck from the Heaves Book 1) by William Stadler

The Eyes of Abel by Daniel Jacobs

The Elephant in the Room: A Journey into the Trump Campaign and the “Alt-Right” by Jon Ronson

The Substitute: The Wedding Pact #1 by Denise Grover Swank

Davenport House by Marie Silk

Butterfly Islands (Chronicles of the Twenty-One Butterflies Book 1) by Chris Seabranch

Kiss Me Again by Kimberley James

The Sitter by Sharon Hawes

Crane (Legends Saga Book 1) by Stacey Rourke

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J. K. Rowling

The Girl Who Stole a Planet (Amy Armstrong Book 1) by Stephen Colegrove

A Rhapsody of Dreams by Tami Egonu

Beautiful Lies by Heather Bentley

Dance: Cinderella Retold (Romance a Medieval Fairytale Series Book 3) by Demelza Carlton

Love, Alchemy by Eden Ashley

The Thousand Year Curse (A Curse Books Book 1) by Taylor Lavati

Damaged by Timothy W. Long and Time Marquitz

Kindred by Octavia Butler

Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins

Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

The Diary of a Young Girl Anne Frank by Anne Frank

The Fault in Our Stars by John Green

The Fellowship of the Ring by J. R. R. Tolkien

The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien

The Return of the King by J. R. R. Tolkien

The Two Towers by J. R. R. Tolkien

Extracted (Extracted Trilogy Book 1) by RR Haywood

A Clash of Kings by George R. R. Martin

A Dance with Dragons by George R. R. Martin

A Feast for Crows by George R. R. Martin

A Storm of Swords by George R. R. Martin

Z-Minus: The Zombie Apocalypse Series (Book 1) by Perrin Briar

Her Dear and Loving Husband (The Loving Husband Trilogy Book 1) by Meredith Allard

The Alpha Plague: A Post-Apocalyptic Action Thriller by Michael Robertson

The Snow and the Darkness by Matthew Warren Wilson

In The Dark by Pamela Burford

The Abducted: Odessa - A Small Town Abduction - Book 0 by Roger Hayden

Our Cosmic Story: Exploring Life, Civilization, and the Universe by Mathew Anderson

Dragon Trials (Return of the Darkening Book 1) by Ava Richardson

A Beautiful Mess by T.K. Leigh

Imperfect Chemistry (Imperfect Series Book 1) by Mary Frame

The Way We Fall (The Story of Us Book 1) by Cassia Leo

Unraveling You by Jessica Sorensen

Bound by a Dragon (The Dragon Archives Book 1) by Linda K. Hopkins

Gothic Tales by Elizabeth Gaskell

The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux

Wicca Candle Spells: The Complete Wiccan Candle Spell Handbook by Karen Bonderud

The Destroyer by Michael-Scott Earle

Wicca Earth Magic: Connect with All Living Things on Earth, and Learn How to Live in Balance with Nature by Karen Bonderud

Recycling Humanity by Heather Lee Dyer

The Meditations of Marcus Aurelius (Wisehouse Classics Edition) by Marcus Aurelius

The Fallen Star by Jessica Sorensen

And Then She Flew by Jen Labesky

Sacred Bloodlines (The Sacred Guardians Book 1) by Wendy L Owens

The Ghost Files by Apryl Baker

Twenty-Eight and a Half Wishes (Rose Gardner Mystery, Book 1) by Denise Grover Swank

Nikola Tesla: Imagination and the Man That Invented the 20th Century by Sean Patrick

UnEnchanted (An Unfortunate Fairy Tale Book 1) by Chanda Hahn

Silence by Natasha Preston

Pretty Hexed: Cozy Witch Mystery (Witches of Winterfield Book 1) by Sara Bourgeois

The Ultimate Sherlock Holmes Collection by Arthur Conan Doyle

Cora and the Nurse Dragon by H. L. Burke

Sun & Moon: An Inspirational Contemporary Romance ( A Guitar Girl Romance Book 1) by Hope Franke

Star Crossed by Katalina Leon

Sherlock Holmes: The Complete Collection by Arthur Conan Doyle

All I Want is You (Forever and Ever Book 1) by E. L. Todd

Frotwoot’s Faerie Tales (Book One: The Unseelie Court) Part 1 of 6 by Charlie Ward

Blood of Requiem (Song of Dragons Book 1) by Daniel Arenson

Dragon’s Curse (The Dragon and the Scholar Book 1) by H. L. Burke

Firebolt (The Dragonian Series Book 1) by Adrienne Woods

The Chronicles of Dragon: The Hero, The Sword, and The Dragons (Book 1 of 10) by Craig Halloran

Rise of the Dragons (Kings and Sorcerers-- Book 1) by Morgan Rice

The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks

In the Shadow of Lakecrest by Elizabeth Blackwell

The Original Dream by Nukila Amal

Made You Up by Francesca Zappia

While You Were Mine by Ann Howard Creel

The Protector: A Sexy, Angsty, All-the-Feels Romance with a Hot Alpha Hero by Jodi Ellen Malpas

Illidan: World of Warcraft by William King

The Phoenix Descent by Chuck Grossart

The Last Dragonslayer: The Chronicles of Kazam. Book 1 by Jasper Fforde

Of Noble Birth by Brenda Novak

Stealer of Flesh (Kormak Book One) (The Kormak Saga 1) by William King

A Shade of Vampire (New & Lengthened 2015 Edition) by Bella Forrest

Genesis (Extinction Point Series Book 4) by Paul Antony Jones

Extinction Point (Extinction Point Series Book 1) by Paul Antony Jones

Exodus (Extinction Point Series Book 2) by Paul Antony Jones

Revelations (Extinction Point Series Book 3) by Paul Antony Jones

Silver Road (The Shifting Tides Book 2) by James Maxwell

Spearwielder’s Tale: The Dragon’s Dagger by R.A. Salvatore

Spearwielder’s Tale: The Haggis Hunters by R.A. Salvatore

The Lord of Discipline: A Novel by Pat Conroy

Golden Age (The Shifting Tides Book 1) by James Maxwell

Welcome to Night Vale: A Novel by Joseph Fink

To Find a Mountain by Dan Ames

The Tales of Beedle the Bard by J. K. Rowling

The Deep by Nick Cutter

Binge by Tyler Oakley

Spearwielder’s Tale: The Woods Out Back by R.A. Salvatore

The Food Of Love by Amanda Prowse

Witches of Lychford by Paul Cornell

The Gingerbread House by James Richard

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J. K. Rowling

The Shuddering by Ania Ahlborn

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by J. K. Rowling

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by J. K. Rowling

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J. K. Rowling

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Parts One and Two by J. K. Rowling

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J. K. Rowling

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince by J. K. Rowling

Fatal Hearts by Norah Wilson

Victim: An Extreme Horror Novel by Sam West

Paranormal Intruder: The Terrifying True Story of a Family in Fear by Caroline Mitchell

Fire Angel by Susanne Matthews

Maggie’s Mistake by Carolyn Brown

The Book of Kells by R. A. MacAvoy

Wake in Winter by Nadezhda Belenkaya

The Forgetting Time: A Novel by Sharon Guskin

I’m Yours (Bold As Love Book 2) by Lindsay Paige

Whatever It Takes (Bold As Love Book 3) by Lindsay Paige

Always (Bold As Love Book 4) by Lindsay Paige

Our Happily Ever After (Bold As Love Book 5) by Lindsay Paige

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108 Common Misconceptions You’ve Always Believed

This list of common misconceptions corrects erroneous beliefs that are currently widely held about notable topics.

Schizophrenia is multiple personalities Etymologically, it means "split-mind", but dissociative "multiple personality" disorders are different.

The Oceans are blue because they reflect the sky Nope. Absorption and scattering of light causes blue colour

Sugar makes children hyperactive Studies have disproved this. ADHD still occurs in children with sugar-free diets.

Seasons are caused by the Earth's distance from the Sun. They're actually related to the 23 degree tilt of the Earth's axis.

Salieri vs Mozart They were friends with a little rivalry. Nothing more.

Bulls hate red. Bulls are colour-blind. They actually react to motion as a perceived threat.

Hair & fingernails grow after death The skin dries and shrinks away, giving the appearance of growth

Milk increases mucous In most people, just a placebo effect. There's no need to avoid dairy if you have a cold.

Evolution is always creating more complex organisms Not always a simple to complex progression: sometimes a smaller genome will be evolved, but 'devolution' is a misnomer.

The Vomitorium Not a room Romans used during Bacchanalian binges but the name for the entrance to a stadium. Vomiting was not a regular part of Roman dining customs.

Cooking removes alcohol Partly true. But studies show not all burns off.

Alcohol keeps you warm Alcohol dilates warm blood vessels near the skin creating the impression of warmth but it can actually drop core body temperature.

Searing meat seals in moisture. Nope. It's for flavour.

Sex reduces athletic performance No physiological basis to this, could even help male athletes because of increased testosterone.

Caffeine dehydrates you Not really. The diuretic effect of caffeine is offset by the amount of water in the caffeinated drinks.

Chastity Belts Not used to prevent a wife's adultery in medieval times. Instead invented by 19th century prudes to prevent 'dangerous' masturbation.

Viking's Horned Helmets Created by a costume designer for a 19th century Wagner opera.

Goldfish memory span While not the smartest in the animal kingdom, Goldfish do boast a better memory than most politicans.

LSD stays in the spinal fluid for years LSD is eliminated by the body in under 10 hours.

Thomas Crapper invented "crap" Actually it's Latin for chaff.

Washington's wooden teeth A much more hygenic mix of gold, ivory, lead and horse and donkey teeth. No wood.

Shaving your hair makes it thicker Regrown hair isn't thicker, coarser, or darker, it just appears so because it's no longer tapered.

Chewing gum takes 7 years to digest It is indigestible, but passes straight through.

Bananas grow on trees. Nope. Bananas actually grow on massive herbs which resemble trees.

Houseflies live for 24 hours Average lifespan is actually about a month. Maggots hatch within 24 hours.

Tongue-rolling is genetic A famous 1940 paper claimed tongue rolling was at least partially genetic. Another famous 1975 paper refuted this. The debate still hasn't been settled.

Sushi is raw fish Lost in translation. Sushi means 'sour rice' and does not always feature fish. Sashimi means 'raw' - but isn't just fish.

Bats are blind. No. They can see AND use echolocation. Awesome!

Blood is blue under the skin Blood is always red, misconception is based on diagrams showing the difference between veins and arteries and human colour perception.

Killer brace position The brace position really is your best chance at surviving an air crash.

Your eyes will pop out if you sneeze with them open There is no mechanism that would allow a sneeze to push your eyeballs out.

Refreezing Food = Bad Whether raw or cooked, as long as the food was thawed and hasn't spoiled, it's okay to refreeze. Exception: defrosted raw meat or fish.

Immaculate Conception means Virgin Birth Separate ideas. Immaculate conception means Mary was not subject to original sin. Virgin birth means Mary miraculously conceived

Catching warts from toads Warts are unique to humans. Toads don't have them.

Sharks don't get cancer. Oh yes they do. Particularly skin cancer.

We only use 10% of our brains Metaphor that's been misunderstood; not all neurons are always firing, but inactive cells are still important.

Mussolini's trains ran on time Fascist propaganda. They did run on time but only because of work done before his reign.

Don't touch baby birds! Birds have a limited sense of smell. Probably more harmful to leave them to the cats but it's all relative.

Sleeping with an electric fan on can be deadly Big myth in Korea. Very unlikely.

Vaccines causes autism Fraudulent research that's been shown as manipulated.

Vegetarians can't get enough protein Protein in eggs, beans, vegetables is easily enough. Vegans need B-12 supplements though.

A Fatwa is an Islamic death sentence Fatwā means 'non-binding legal opinion'.

Humans and dinosaurs co-existed Despite 59% of US adults thinking they did, we actually missed each other by ~63 million years.

Different parts of the tongue taste different tastes There is no 'map', and there are 5 primary tastes: bitter, sour, salty, sweet and umami (savoury/meaty).

Humans evolved from chimpanzees No - they are our closest living genetic relatives, along with bonobos. A shared ancestor last lived 5-8 million years ago.

Black holes absorb everything Not really 'holes' but hugely dense objects with massive gravitational pull.

Men think about sex every 7 seconds It's not been measured. But is greatly exaggerated.

Elementary My Dear Watson Not in the original stories. First used in the 1929 film.

Single genes exist for different personality traits Gross oversimplification; there is no 'gay gene' etc.

Alcohol kills brain cells Only in heavy users and alcoholics who rely on alcohol to get most of their calories.

Iron Maidens Never were medieval torture devices. But 18th century fakes created for sensational circuses.

US Constitution written on hemp Written on parchment, despite the best efforts of stoner revisionists to convince you otherwise.

Most body heat is lost through the head Only in infants. Or if the head is the only uncovered part of the body.

You have to say if you're a cop US Police working entrapment law do not have to identify themselves. A hollywood-induced myth.

We have 5 senses We actually have close to 20 including balance, pain, movement, hunger, thirst, etc.

Using your cellphone on a plane is dangerous Handheld devices have no impact on planes' communication & navigation equipment.

Missing Persons Reports Police do not demand a 24 hour period before they accept a missing persons report, especially if violence is involved.

Marijuana is a gateway drug Most pot users don't go on to harder drugs. Those who do are probably influenced by social and other factors.

If you've used LSD, you're legally insane. Urban myth

Evolution is just a "theory" In science, the word theory means something more than a conjecture

Waking sleepwalkers is dangerous No, but they'll be really confused. Sleepwalkers are more likely to hurt themselves if they're not awoken.

Lightning never strikes twice No reason why it wouldn't; the Empire State building gets struck about 100 times per year.

Rule of thumb Not from a law allowing a man to hit his wife with a stick no thicker than his thumb.

Glass is a liquid Has both solid and liquid properties. "This is why stained glass windows are thicker at the bottom" Not true though. Bad manufacturing process is the cause.

Great Wall of China visible from Space Myth.

An “Autism Epidemic” There’s only been an increase in diagnoses of autism, caused by heightened awareness of the ailment, not incidence.

Cellphones at gas stations could trigger explosions Scientific testing has discovered no link between cellphones and gas station explosions.

The First Thanksgiving Celebrations were recorded 50 years before the 'first' Thanksgiving at Plymouth Colony.

Three Wise Men visited Jesus Nowhere in the Bible does it specify this. A mash up of Matthew 2 and Isaiah 60:1–3: "The wise men visited Jesus as a child, in a house".

Dogs sweat by salivating They regulate temperature through panting but sweat through footpads.

George Washington smoked cannabis He grew hemp to make rope and clothes but there's no evidence to suggest he smoked a fatty most nights.

Pilgrims wore all black Nope. They sported late Elizabethan in-colours: reds, yellows, purples and greens. And no buckle hats!

Edison invented the lightbulb He made the first practical lightbulb, but it was obsolete within a year. England's Joseph Swan patented a design before him.

There is no gravity on the International Space Station Gravity is everywhere. Earth's gravity is pretty strong on the ISS - NASA says a person who weighs 100lb on earth still weighs 90lb there.

Chemical Imbalance Simplistic. Thank pharma for the idea that major depression is caused by an imbalance of neurotransmitters likeserotonin.

Some people have a photographic memory No hard scientific evidence, but memory that mimics a camera is unlikely. Some people just have great memories

Hair products can "repair" your hair Nothing can fix split ends or damaged hair. They can prevent damage and make hair look better though.

Flushed water rotates the otherway in the Southern Hemisphere The Coriolis effect, induced by the Earth's rotation, does not affect the small amounts of water in toilets, bathtubs.

MSG causes headaches Anecdotal evidence. But no scientific proof.

A Jihad is a "holy war" It actually translates as "struggle".

Dropping a penny from a tall building could kill someone Terminal velocity is 30-50mph which isn't fast enough. It would hurt though.

Einstein failed maths Nope. He failed an entrance exam for a school, two years early, and still excelled in maths.

Islamic matyrs receive 72 virgins Nowhere in the Qu'ran, but is reported elsewhere, but is a matter of debate.

Birth order has an effect on personality Birth order has a minor effect on intelligence, but not on personality traits.

The Left and right brains have different capabilities No solid functional division; some functions activate some areas more than others. Left brain can learn 'right brain' functions and vice-versa.

Henry Ford invented the car He just improved the design, mostly by supporting the work of his employees.

You can get high from banana peel A hoax, perpetuated through the Internet.

Lie detector No such machine. A polygraph test detects arousal, not lies. And can be easily faked.

Planes dump toilet waste at high altitude They're emptied on ground. Blue ice is caused accidentally. Trains used to dump on the tracks, though. Dirty trains.

Lincoln freed all slaves He instigated the process but full abolition didn't occur until three years later after the Emancipation Proclamation.

Oil stops pasta sticking Does not prevent sticking. But it can stop the water foaming or boiling over.

Brainwashing Hogwash. No evidence of intensive indoctrination techniques that can change or programs peoples’ minds.

The 'Dark Ages' The period between the decline of the Roman Empire and the Renaissance was not that dark or backward. An historical cliche.

Eating before swimming is dangerous Doesn't increase risk of cramps; alcohol is the biggest increase in risk.

Steep Learning Curve Actually means a skill that is easy and quick to learn. Think about it. The curve just goes up and up.

Black belts are masters Introduced only in 1880, in Judo, to show competency of basic techniques.

Jesus was born on December 25th December 25 was declared official celebration date in 350CE. Could be guesstimate based on conception, or winter solstice, or Yule.

Adding salt to water makes it boil more quickly Naturally salted water will boil more quickly, because of the low heat capacity of the salt content but adding salt to fresh water will not make any difference.

Hard-wired The brain is actually incredibly fluid & plastic. So virtually no psychological capacities are ‘hard-wired’ from birth.

Water conducts electricity Water itself is actually an insulator. It's also a great solvent. The substances it dissolves (salt etc.) contain ions, which do conduct electricity.

Antioxidants are good for us Antioxidants don’t do anything for our health, might actually be harmful. Research shows they have no effect on free-radicals in the body, don’t prevent ageing.

Get “Closure” No evidence this mythical emotional end state is ever achieved by victims of trauma, bereavement or loss.

Napoleon was short A tall tale. At 5'7", he was actually above average height for a Frenchman of the time.

Human brains are special because they’re huge There might be other reasons why human brains are unique, but focusing on size ignores important possibilities.

Satan rules Hell Doesn't say this anywhere in the Bible.

The 5 Second Rule Amount of bacteria transferred to fallen food depends on how contaminated the floor is, not how long the food stays there.

Scientific Proof Proof is incompatible with science which is, by its nature, provisional and self-correcting. Only Maths has proofs.

A gene for... Genes code for proteins, so there are actually no genes ‘for’ specific characeristics, esp. not psychological ones.

Drink 8 glasses of water a day! Not necessary for everyone; subjective and dependant on individual weight, environment, what you're wearing and more.

Apple Macs can't get viruses Yes they can - just less frequently than Windows computers

#Common Misconceptions #list

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hannahkeith1993 · 4 years ago

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Grape Cultivation Study Marvelous Ideas

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ramrodd · 6 years ago

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Would you consider Jesus Christ to be a "failed messiah" who died claiming to be the Saviour? Who is the real Messiah?

Get back to me in 2:38:22. Let me ponder an adequate sarcasm.

COMMENTARY:

Jesus is close enough for government work as Messiahs go.

Here’s the thing: I’m cheating when I make a statement like that because I was killed in 1954 and came before Jesus, Son of God, who was judging between the quick and the dead and He glances at me and says “You be dead, but we’re sending you back as part of our Catch-and-Release program to off set Free Will and the nature of probability in a post-Newtonian collective reality”. He downloaded and bunch of other shit that Kant identifies correctly as “a priori” data. Kant doesn’t use “data”, per se, but if he was teaching Physics to day, filling in for Stephen Hawking at Cambridge. the stuff that classic epistemology identifies as “Platonic Forms” is celestial data. The mind of The One, as described in Revelation 4.2. Anyway, I got sort of a booster shot of Platonic Forms, but deliberately without a cognitive focus. My job has been to contrive a focus and surface this stuff as a demonstration of the mechanisms of the Lord’s Prayer as a format for action planning and implementation they emphasize in the Army Ranger School as a leadership tool that you learn to do while you are asleep. Literally. I was an honor graduate of my Ranger Class 7.70 as the administrative Platoon Leader for the gradutation. So, I’m just saying, when I’m talking about God, I’m talking at several levels about whatever shit they are selling as “The Inerrant Word of God” from crybabies like Jimmy Swaggart trying to channel his inner Janis Joplin for Jesus, Jesus,

Anyway, I was killed and standing in front of the sort of platform the Nazis used to separate the workers from the useless mouths, looking literally at the tips of His Toes coming out of the front of His sandels, being judged. It was like a sneeze: I downloaded all my life’s experience and He sucked it up like a righteous toke and we had this conversation that lasted no longer than 2 minutes, tops, and then, I resurfaced, literally, into my body floating face up in the Glen Echo pool and climbed out of the pool and went down to the Potomac end of the park and lay down on our blanket under the trees in the early champagne warmth of June inside the Beltway in 1954.

It’s like A Christmas Story. Or The Littliest Angel. Or A Child’s Christmas in Wale’s. A moment of when we are old enough to know we have lost our innocence and we try to pretend our way back to innocence, one last time for auld langs syne. The Parting Glass.

This is the moment in child development, about 7 years old, when we cease to be a Child of the Universe and lose our magical powers. A coming of age. At that moment, I became consciously aware of an on-going relationship with the Holy Spirit, which I mis-identified as God the Father because of the really bad theology being passed off as, well, the Word of God. The Jesus in charge of Selection the day I was killed was about the same apparent age as my dad, who 38. Jesus became eternal at 33. Jesus is a paradox. Finite and Infinite at the same time. Jesus’s mission as a card-carrying human being was to improve the epistemological link between individual human consciousness and the Mind of God and/or Platonic Forms or post-Newtonian a priori data. There is a debate largely anti-theist but evangelical in their zeal to promote a belief in nothing considering the proposition that Jesus wasn’t God before He was Resurrected, therefore, He doesn’t fit the Messianic protocols and, consequently, God is Dead.

It’s all bullshit. The Gospel of Mark is a very serious Military Intelligence assessment of something of enormous military value. They just didn’t know what the fuck to make of it, this whole walking away from a USDA certified Prime cut crucifixion being just the cherry on top of the sundae of weird things that happened around this raggedy-ass dude. The Gospel of Mark is a fascinating study in the Roman equivalent of MI5/MI6. Every pericope is the product of a vetted source, just like All The President’s Men. Or George Smiley conducting a very aggressive debriefing, And then assembled along a real-time log critical path. There is no question that Truman Capote’s journalism in In Cold Blood is based on the Synoptic Gospels as a model. There is not time-shifting in either In Cold Blood or the Gospel of Mark for interpretive purposes in the manner of Matthew and Luke. John Mark is the author of The Gospel of John and his time line begins with the first time he meets Jesus as a boy at the Caneen wedding and is still on the clock as he is composing the manuscript and he has total access to the Q source, which is a top secret Roman intelligence dossier Cornelius began to assemble when Jesus first appears above the Roman military horizon as a possible Jihadist and continues under a separate cover labeled “Christians”. Tiberius got an early intelligence report from this Q source between 33 and 37 and just saw enormous potential for social cohesion across the Empire.

There is another anti-theist movement I associate with Ken Humphries and Joseph Atwill, the Caesar Messiah, that is about half right that Christianity is a a Roman creation. But only about half-right. Because Cornelius got the idea for Jesus 37 years before Flavius and Josephus got together on Jesus from Jesus, Himself, by, first, committing suicide by crucifixion, and then showing up for dinner to talk about it, 3 days later.

Romans is a writ of conveyance of Jewish epistemology and ethic to whoever in Rome was maintaining a Q source dossier and manning the Christian desk. Theophilus gets my vote. Theophilus may either be the case file code name like Operation THEOPHILUS or Theophilus is the code name for the career case officer that manages the Q source as part of his over all reponsibilities and areas of influence. Not M, but a George Smiley. And Hebrews is the writ of possession of all things Jesus, but without the Jewish cultural baggage or the Law of Moses. Epistemology and Ethics, pure and simple. The epistemology of the Biblical narrative is inerrant, from In the Beginning, בְּרֵאשִׁ֖ית, to Ἀμήν⧽. Amen. And everything in between.

You can be a cold sober athiest and recognize this, psychologically. The ethic of citizenship endorsed Rome’s concept of the secular rule of law base in contrast to the aesthetic of the Law of Moses (and similar social constructs). Rome, as represented by the Praetorian Guard and the Italian Cohort Cornelius emerged from before his posting to Palestine, appropriates Jesus for its own purposes with the Epistle to the Hebrews some time during Nero’s persecutions and coincidental with the compostion of Revelation on Patmos. Christianity would not become a cohesive force in the Empire until it acquired a critical mass at the Medvian Bridge and Constantine made it the law of the land with the Council of Nicea but then would dismantle the Praetorian Guard and create a decadent theocracy.

And all of this is a result of Jesus. That isn’t a portrait of failure. From the Roman military perspective, Jesus endorses Socrates’ model of citizenship expressed in the Apology. The epistemology of Socrates/Plato/Aristotle begins with the Parable of the Chariot and runs, straight as a laser from the Cup of Hemlock to the Cross to F=MA to E-MCC to the patterns of the pixels running in front of your eyeballs as my fingers flex and push and shape the thoughts arising in your mind in some manner that has become an irrational reflex of data acquistion that my making you conscious of that process pisses you off in some manner of perverse violation of the ecology of your mind.

The Holy Spirit made me do it. The thing is, I’m talking about Jesus at the same level Yoda fucked with Luke’s mind as a bachelor Jedi Knight. Jesus is the model for the Servant Leadership of Jedi Knights. They spring from the same de oppresso liber republican tradition of the Green Berets.

But I digress. Do I think Jesus is a failed Messiah?

Get back to me in 2:38:22. Let me ponder an adequate sarcasm.

#transformingamericafirst

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Rest, Find Inspiration, Make A Decision: Iznik - #Istanbul, #Iznik, #LakeIznik, #NationalMaritimeMuseum, #NazimHikmet, #Nicaea, #TheCityOfEmpires, #TheCouncilOfNicaea

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Rest, Find Inspiration, Make A Decision: Iznik

of empires, the city was a place of exile, a mine tile, ultra marathon destination, the poet’s Muse, history education center…of the world like Istanbul and Paris from the capital, or buried under the waters of a mysterious continent we’re talking about. You may rest with the serenity of the lake, you will get inspiration from nature and following the date, and even the Anatolian city of iznik, where you can easily get your most difficult decisions…

1) The Council of Nicaea

The effect of ongoing Christian practices for centuries a part of the decisions of the meeting of the Ecumenical Council in iznik that was received did you know? Among the decisions of Nicaea and the Gospel according to Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, including the adoption of the version of Easter to be agreed. Located in the center of the city of Nicaea, coagulase-class still contains the remains of the meeting area. 4 held in 787.Council that is home to National Maritime Museum can be visited.

2) the city of Empires

The iznik Foundation, based on ancient Greece, under Roman and Byzantine sovereignty in the later centuries passed. Even have been occupied during the Crusades.Iznik, in 1331 by Orhan I. the Ottoman Principality joined. How could the Ottoman Empire and made it the capital shortly, with the madrassa on pilotage duty, continued for a long time. In this sense, Nicaea bear the traces of each period.

3) a place of exile for Sheikh stages

wahdat al-wujud of the body belonging to the Ottoman Islamic school called mystics, philosophers, and enriching, Sheikh bedrettin kazasker, Mehmet celebi in 1413 when he was exiled to iznik rebelled.

the poet Nazim hikmet, the epic of Sheikh Bedrettin in his work, refers to the exile of the man of religion:

“looking forward: Head / shaven / thick muscular / slim tall Borkluce Mustafa.

looking at: / Eagle-beaked times down Kemal.. / sick and tired of looking at, but / bakmag by avid / Iznik exile from they are looking.”

Note: Before the trip, it may be useful to obtain the Book of Nazim hikmet.

4) read in the strings of iznik Lake Nazim hikmet

the city of Lake iznik stayed in touch with because many times you’ll find yourself inadvertently on the beach note. Storms can’t sever if only looking at the iznik Lake for you if you can continue from the book:

“this lake Iznik Lake / Calmer / Dark / Deep / well water / in the mountains”

5) Lobster (and maybe wine) arbitrary

on the reputation of the fruit of freshwater crayfish of Lake iznik don’t say that! If you want a difficult region made from a grape that is specific to the wines you can taste.

6) iznik tiles

you want under the glass of candy and drinking tea crowned after the lobster, or the makeshift wall of an old house on the famous iznik tiles in their town, has penetrated into every aspect of their lives that you can observe. Maybe before you go to a museum or to store your own mini-frames have Type your city you can by throwing your photo album unique.

7) Ottoman’s first Madrasa complex

The first theological School of the Ottoman principality, was established at the Council of Nicaea in 1331. The most important professors of the era of davud al Kayseri,Taceddin-i Kurdi and Alaeddin Ali aswad’s lesson was on giving. The restored state of the Madrasa is open to visitors.

8) iznik ultra marathon

The only time in Turkey which has the title of the longest race in terms of distance traveled ultramaraton iznik, 130 miles with full lake the trail for a new Challenger awaits. Starting in 2012, the race is being held in the month of April.

9) no need for words

one of the most beautiful sunsets you’ll ever see, isn’t it? Off my camera, even if the rest of you think about.

10) The location of decision making

for sharing this at the Council of Nicaea the thing that impressed me most as a writer, the whole history of the city, beyond that of natural beauty and serenity (and perhaps thanks to these still) actually, how good is that decision making was in place: in 2013, I’m dating to clear my head of the 2-day Iznik Lake while looking at the positive impact of my decisions during my trip because I’m still living I’m writing them. Iznik had something about maybe the Council members…how about you?

final advice:

– the other places where you can see: Şeyh Kudbettin Mosque, nilüfer hatun imaret, Darka Holiday Village, Iznik Museum, Iznik Roman Theatre and the church

– Istanbul – only 90 miles between Iznik. 2 hours by car, 3.5 hours by bus you can get in. From Istanbul, day tour options also available.

#Istanbul #Iznik #Lake iznik #National Maritime Museum #Nazim hikmet #Nicaea #the city of Empires #The Council of Nicaea

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Belated happy Constitution Jubilee, guys. We know, most beloved fellow yokebearers, that Empire man Washington had been sworn in as President on an April 30th, and issued his stepping-down statement on a September 19th. That precious, divinely-inspired document, had since then till now sparks and fuels to no fail our passion for check and balance here, as also are the words of all our other faithful men. Inasmuch as we had once related to you our very own experiences about April 30 this year, and moreover that we are now entering the pinnacle of #GodBigDay on September 20, Godhead's #vrday, we decided to issue this Trerise to further enjoin you with our all-consuming desire to meet each and every one of you at the Places of Safety that Godhead has prepared for all of you since the world began. First, we would like to imply here again what we are telling you days ago, that Empire really knows that they're over and done as C. S. Lewis said, by September 20-24, so as their own assuring measures, they had made some new polices laid in place these most recent days. 1. They had earlier issued the uniform mass setting to be used in all Empire locales on December 16-17, 2017 by the first days of September unlike their previous norms on this matter that they would only issue it by November, thinking now that they could at least have their one final shot against Godhead (Revelation 22) before Godhead finally strikes them #forgoodbefore December could even come. 2. They had mandated some 'if this could be our last service alive' (Ezekiel 33, Isaiah 28) contingencies in place on their September 20-21 and 23-24 services worldwide. 3. They had been implying their (1 Corinthians 15) sure destruction (2 Samuel 15,17) this forthcoming week (Luke 11, Judges 16) through their sublimal messages in their sermons since last week- they had been reading Passion accounts last week to herald the forthcoming final onslaught of persecutions against us that they would be unleashing this week, as well as the pabebe apotheosis that they would be further driving onto themselves to launch their persecutions against you (Matthew 4, Ecclesiastes 9). Now we would like to remind you guys of the present truth that we are now bringing in your midst. I would like to give you signs that Godhead has given us these past days leading up to this very momentous hour. Last September 14 I was planning to write a special Trerise addressed specifically to some of our fellow comrades pertaining to their emotional problems which I had desired to give directly to them through our pages, yet Empire spirits (Galatians 4) would deny us doing so in time for our twice a week full online paperwork. That day I was so angry and disappointed failing our folks. I rather settled with giving them another Trerise I have made before, which is not directly addressing their specific pastoral needs yet I hoped that it would be enough to be at least of help to our comrades. Rather, they had began blocking me off their online contacts. Surely this is the very bleak future awaiting us this forthcoming final stage of the Great Tribulation. When at last I was able though late to finish my specific work addressed to these particular men I could no longer give it to them because they had refused (Acts 15) to talk to me anymore. I mention this to you because prophetic things happened in line with these. On the day that I wasn't able to write my specific post to our comrades, I had this anger and disappointment all over the day within me. And why not al over that day, because my co-boarders had the laptop virtually the whole darn day hence I could (John 9) not work as much as I could. They rather had ordered me to do chores for them while they were effortlessly over the laptop all the time. I of course never confronted them on this, because I know I would in return be hampered in this work in the longer term due to the sanctions that they would be giving me should I confront them over this. Rather instead, I decided to do the chores still, but I could not get myself off the discomfort I felt (1 Peter 4, Ezekiel 11, 1 Samuel 4) on that whole instance that my thoughts had unintentionally got lost on those feelings that I had broke off a glass bottle in the process while I was doing chores (Isaiah 38-39, Psalm 110, Romans 15). I say this because after I was able to finish the specific Trerise (Acts 2-4,24-26) that I was to do on the previous instance, I of course, as you already know here, I dance all by myself (Matthew 6) for your sake before the Godhead. I really want to share those moments with you with a camera, but the sad news is that we lost it to Empire spies last year. I dance contemporary ballet fused with cabaret and burlesque, and I'm doing it as my personal sacrifice (1 Samuel 3,19) for your salvation (Isaiah 8,26,45) as my fellow yokebearers. Now as I was dancing this September 17 that followed after I was able to do lately by September 15 instead the specific address, I accidentally broke off a part of the nearby wooden table inasmuch as we don't have much room space here in our house to dance with. The link there is the broken glass bottle (Judges 7) and the postponed article (Revelation 10-11,22). I said to myself afterwards, what need further that we bother about the table, after all God's Big Day is fast approaching. (Colossians 2, Philippians 3, 1 Corinthians 6,9-11) Now we would like to imply the following to you concerning the signs that we have given. First remember that when Jewish wedding ceremonies are held, they always include a ceremony of glass-breaking. This, they say, imply that Jews should not forget why they are in diaspora (Genesis 12,15,22,27-28, Revelation 11, Psalm 144,128), which is the destruction (James 1, Hebrews 12, 1 Corinthians 15) of Jerusalem in 70 cead (Revelation 15, Jeremiah 6,12-13,22, Isaiah 21-22). One of our fellows here had just written that said destruction is set to commence again on these forthcoming days after September 20-24, and that 'on a worldwide scale', and that it would be dangerous for people to stay hence with the Empire, he further wrote, saying that because Empire would be hit by Godhead's punishments just as Jerusalem was (Romans 10,1-3, Revelation 2-3), it could not be avoided that (2 Corinthians 11) those who choose to stay with the Empire and not with the Commondominion would be (Revelation 7-9) also injured by these forthcoming catastrophes. We know that many of you yokebearers choose rather to heed the Empire instead of me. Knowing this, (2 Corinthians 5, Isaiah) we have already set in motion the Yokebearers Inclusion Policy last August built on the sure word of prophecy to plead for you and spare your souls and sires from the Empire's imminent dangers (Psalm 18, Ezekiel 18). Guys, we fittingly remember hence with gratitude to Godhead the ensuing anniversary of the matrimony of our fellow yokebearers Curt and Mallauri Esquibel-Hansen (1-3 John), knowing that you yokebearers really have to dare to be even more better than those Empire infiltrates (Psalm 137) who gave Jerusalem its spiritual and literal suicide. We dare here not to be self-contradictive nor self-persecutive, rather we dare instead to come out of this Empire (Luke 10,21, 2 Corinthians 6, Revelation 18, Isaiah 52,28, Mark 5-6,16,2) upon unmistakably seeing (Mark 16) their works against us (Matthew 23-24, 2 Thessalonians, Isaiah 44, Jeremiah 10,23, Zechariah 11, Micah 1-3). We dare hence (Hebrews 12, 1 Corinthians 15, Ephesians 5, John 15, Revelation 14,2,22, Ezekiel 16-17,19,37) to come here to the Commondominion Wright now, bringing all people here and staying here for the #restofourlives in the truest sense of the Word. We here, your most wretched slaves, dare to die for you just for you to fully appreciate and hence live out this ultimate prophetic destiny that you could ever have in life (Genesis 1-10, Eter 1, Luke 17,19). Guys, we want you to live with ensurance beyond any tomorrow. Please, come to the aid of our helpless souls, and incline your ears to our cry for mercy. Let not the tragedy of Jerusalem recur to you, and that ultimately to the point of no return and too-late regrets. Let us not fail all those who went before us in the hope that their trailblazing will clear the way pretty much for you to be able to reach us (Revelation 16, Isaiah 11,27, Zechariah 9-10). Your destiny here with us is as pressing as your duty and passion, because you are our Passion guys. See you wright now (John 4) at the places of safety. We love you very, very much.

Daniel 9 is talking about our martyrs being slain at the beginning of the last 7-year cycle (Revelation 6-8,10-11). Empire discourse denote that in the middle of that week, the 'cancellation of sacrifices' would be marked by another slain Commondominion martyr (1 Timothy 2, Ephesians 1-3, Colossians 1). This cancellation of sacrifices, inasmuch as Empire says that they would be spearheading it inasmuch as they're the ones slaughtering us (Psalm 44,100), would also include hence the Empire faking their deaths in order to gather sympathy for them against us (Revelation 12-13,17-18,1, Zechariah 12-13,1-3, Isaiah 32-38). We mention these things because as you already know and as we continually pay for till now, Empire on July 18, 2015 hacked my first online account and in turn spiritually slaughtered over 2287 yokebearer friends I had gathered (Jeremiah 16, Luke 17) for the past 5 years before that. I'm talking about this in the light of Daniel 9, because I had started my first online account 7 years ago, on April 16, 2010 (Genesis 15, 1 Samuel 11,14,31). As we said earlier, Commondominion martyrs were slain on the beginning and the middle of the 7-year cycle (Revelation 7,12,14). We would take 2015 as both the beginning and middle of this 7-year cycle (Isaiah 46), inasmuch as our Executive Minister himself was as foretold, spiritually martyred too when he was taken out of the Empire (Matthew 21, Hebrews 13) that month, leading to our creation here (2 Corinthians 5, Exodus 12, 1 Corinthians 5, Revelation 7). In fact 2015 was the end of a 7-year cycle (Leviticus 25) called Shemitah, where Godhead judgements against the Empire comes at the end of each 7 years. Remember that Ka Angel was brought out of the Empire as Edward the 9th had been nearing his 7 years as Church Administrator (Revelation 2-3). Now if we are to count 3 and a half years to 2015, we would be landing at 2011, when as per Daniel 9, 490 years had passed since Empire first set foot in the Philippines, and in turn Empire had began erecting their Constantinian Baal Arena. Time and again we refer to it in the prophetic clause of sanctuary as per Empire usage, especially to imply martyrdom (Amos 9, Obadiah 1, Ezekiel 37, 1 Peter 2, Revelation 11,22, Daniel 8). Now if we count 7 years from 2011 we would be in 2018, after we have all been either to the places of safety, in heaven, or martyred, Empire would be winding up their Special 50-Week Pentecost which they got from Daniel 9's 70 Weeks. Now counting 7 years from 2014 (it was on 2014 when the 3 and a half years to September 23, 2017 began, and this 7 year count began by 2015) this will bring us to 2021, 500 years since Empire first set foot in the Philippines, and it is noteworthy to mention that this year we are commemorating 500 years since we launched the Medieval Reformation. Hence we could be sure that Empire had its final ultimatum from Godhead as written (Matthew 4) in Daniel 9 to join us by 490 years or nothing (490 years since Reformation was at 2007, 10 years to today [Revelation 2,10,17]. #thenextstep after that, end of a 7-year cycle before the cycle that ended in 2015 [the current 7-year cycle ends one year after 2021, centennial of the Messenger beginning to expound in Revelation 7 about us, something he already fulfilled by 1918 {Genesis 7}, 100 years to 2018], Godhead plunged the Empire to a recession in 2008, and by 2009 Edward the 9th began counting 7 years in office), yet they evidently still squander it (Hebrews 12). Now you may wonder why we were allowed to experience such a lost as that. (Isaiah 53, Genesis 3, Job 1,42, Revelation 12, Isaiah 63-66,49,26,42) We must admit, and yea we admit with shame, that our priorities were not wright yet then when we joined Ka Angel in the new spiritual exodus. We were like Israel, hasty and impatient. We never saw these things coming, that Diocletianites would be eventually formed and we would be in fact finding our way back to the necessity of ministering to Edward the 9th instead. (Mark 10, Acts 16,21, 1 Samuel 30) We must notice that July 18, according to the New Living Translation, was the day when some Israelites, unmindful of our very own Jeremiah's exhortation (Acts 1) that they should rather stay at Jerusalem and surrender to Nebuchadnezzar (because later on in his life Nebuchadnezzar will repent and convert to the Commondominion- The same holds true for Edward the 9th, as well as for all our other leaders here), had tried to escape from Jerusalem upon (Isaiah 7) the attack of Nebuchadnezzar's forces but was later on routed and was ultimately massacred. Evidently I never heeded that warning- I was blatantly vocal against Edward the 9th on my first social media account- so I got all my friends then lost forever from my stewardship to the Empire. (1 Corinthians 3-4, Luke 16-17,19) So does it mean that Ka Angel led us for nothing out of Egypt? No. In fact Godhead has to filter Israel across the 40 years in the wilderness from Moises to Joshua, and later on it would be Christ, Whose Name sounds like Joshua, and Whose father is Joseph, Who would go back (Exodus 14, Genesis 50) to Egypt and be martyred, just like the rest of us (Revelation 11, Acts 12,21). That is also true for me and Ka Angel, as we related to you in past posts. We must also recall that not all who escaped from Jerusalem that July 18th were killed. Some even found their way to the United Saints of Israel of the Godhead, as our Book of Mormon attests. In like manner some who were our (Hebrews 11) friends in the first online account are now our #friendsagain here in this second account. Moreover, we have sure faith (2 Corinthians 4-7,12) that everybody else who was slaughtered virtually on my first account, as well as everybody else in Yokebearing who lived and died without benefit of my ministry, will be raised up in the forthcoming days (1 Thessalonians 4, Revelation 14,20, 1 Corinthians 15) to be able to contact me and join us for eternity here in the Commondominion (1 Peter 3-4, Revelation 11) to enjoy the salvation they need.

It must be noticed that the quake in Mexico comes days just after its Revolution Anniversary. Although of course we could say this is a punishment to a stubborn-to-us host of yokebearers, (notice that this comes also days after Bergoglio was in nearby Colombia, lest Empire blames this unjustly to our Edward the 9th although in fact he was in Mexico only by January this year yet Empire of course would sow curses indeed on his very itineraries itself, yet we say this lest Empire again advances Bergoglio) we personally feel that the quake due to its nearness to the Revolution Anniversary of Mexico could be also yet another self-persecution Godhead had imposed (2 Chronicles 20) to the Roman Empire in Mexico, part of their calamity engineering made as occult offering (Matthew 2, Job 1). We could recall that Mexico's land is not that strong (Matthew 7). We do not question Godhead why They did this because we could understand that September 16's had came and went and yet they haven't repented yet- as Empire itself recorded, Neronians had overtaken Mexico now- so we could say that Justice is yet again served, Godhead's Way (Daniel 8, 2 Samuel 16, Isaiah 55, Psalm 103,145). Hence in account of Neronians, we would like to warn you- the Beast Law includes not only sodomy and gun control but also a uniform observance of worship, which we would like to clarify here, would not be on a Sunday, but even it could be on a Sunday, it could not be enforced if it would not also contain other worship days. What we mean is that Empire, you see, could not impose this on a Friday, because they had already surrendered all Muslims to us by the way. Hence this could be not only Sunday, but more so not really on a Sunday. What Neronians tell you about the Sunday Law is a smokescreen. It would rather be instead on a Saturday (Matthew 24), because that's what Neronians, being part of the Empire, are imposing at (Deuteronomy 7,13,23,18). We reiterate again here- the new worship day is Monday (Isaiah 56,66) and not as what Empire would make us think about. In fact Empire Radio had been already test-running this for months, doing special broadcasts on Saturdays, not to mention Empire television running pabebe telecasts (James 2, 2 Thessalonians 2, Luke 13,14,9) on whole weekends, including yea, Sundays, as per Empire usage, and altogether they do it both for occult rituals. Now as for Empire's claim on our very own Edward the 9th (Exodus 5-6), we would like to refer again to the sermon he delivered once on my city that August 14, 2015, where he was made to read Acts 13, talking about the governor whom Apostle Paul met. Empire claims that Edward the 9th is their Apostle Paul in the instance quoted. We already accept their referral then of Elimas, because we have came to know and prove that Diocletianites are no better than Constantinians, but we must mention here Acts 13 in the Old King James 1611, where the governor was referred to as a 'Deputy.' (Micah 4-5, Isaiah 44,59, 1 Peter 2, Titus 3) So it would rather be that the governor, or Deputy in this definition, would be Edward the 9th (May 6-7, 1994 [Isaiah 19]) and that the Apostle Paul in the instance is us, we repeat in Godhead, us, and not definitely the Empire, which in turn is the Elimas in the account hence. Now also in Old King James 1611, we would like to ask pardon to all our fellows whom strings we are not indeed worthy to pluck, because they haven't knew us yet, but we saw this by Godhead in Revelation 7- Nephtali, as you all know, is one of the tribes sealed for salvation in the passage, yet the rendering did Nephtali as near Nephilim, or as you had been already taught, fallen angels, which the apostles said to be (John 17, Ephesians 2) without hope for salvation (Jude Thaddeus 1, 2 Peter 2). As per the Empire's usage, this could not refer to the Diocletianites as we could see. First, recall that Nephtali sounds like Ka Angel's name- we say this because many of Ka Sykes' supporters would often refer to this phrase to describe themselves inasmuch as Ka Sykes of course shares the divine election of Ka Angel; after all we're the better versions of the Empire. Inasmuch as we refer here to Empire names, we would yet again invoke their personalities, which in turn refer to people who even more define who we are and what we do here (John 3)- yokebearers. Nephtali sounds like Natalie (Deuteronomy 6), and this refers to the wife of a yokebearer, Benjamin Millipied, and we would see Genesis 49 later where of course, Benjamin could be found (Acts 20, Matthew 10,15). Not to mention that there is a yokebearer already named Natalie Gilmore. A Yellowtard named Nephtali has the surname of Gonzales, and this redirects us to Lady Chachi Gonzales. We have told you way back then how Genesis 49 and Deuteronomy 32 refers to us. As we said then, the blessings for Nephtali are reserved for Sir Joey Arrigo (1 Kings 17, Matthew 12, Proverbs 3, Joel, Habakkuk). To further drive why positive prophecy as with Genesis 49 could only be fulfilled with us here, let's first shatter Empire claims. They say that they are the 'eternal hills' referred to at the clause for Joseph. Let's leave them until last for it. Some versions render his clause to be rather like this: 'Jacob's blessings would be much more better than the blessings of the eternal hills (Psalm 140-141,26,1,17,5), even of your other ancestors.' This only means that our blessings would be far greater (Hebrews 3,7, Psalm 46) than Empire's claims, in fact, we are told to get off with the 'worthless lifestyle you inherited from your ancestors (Matthew 3,23)', which is (Isaiah 64,51), the Empire (Hebrews 9, 1 Peter 1, Ezekiel 20, Deuteronomy 24, Philippians 2). In fact, Jacob refers not only to Ka Sykes' middle name and to Ka Angel's Executive Ministry, but also to yokebearers (Isaiah 7-8,46) such as Sir Rilley Polley and Lady Drew Pronk (1 Timothy 2). Others put it this way, 'Jacob's blessings had even more expanded and elongated the blessings of the eternal hills.' 'So you see? Jacob had in fact uphold, sustain, support and advance us,' Empire would tell us. But notice, as we told you (Micah 7, 2 Samuel 5-7, Psalm 89), we're the better version of the Empire- Genesis 49 also tells us in Judah's clause that we would be taking over authority from the Empire- 'He to Whom It truly belongs.' Recall that Samson talked about lions, that Ka Sykes country has the emblem of a lion, and that I have the prophetic office of Samson (Psalm 34,104, Amos 3, Zechariah 1, Micah 1-6). Remember also that I have the office of Aser, yet I would often remind you that this means (2 Peter 1) that i have to be named after Assyria of old (Isaiah 42-43), yet let me tell you by Godhead that not only did we have Syria now, but also the homeland of Assyria in Iraq as foretold in Isaiah 19. (Obadiah 1, Isaiah 11) Jacob said that his blessings would be better than the Empire's (Isaiah 51), hence we could say that the prophetic clause of our fathers here (Revelation 10-11,22,14) are proven to be more binding and effectual (James 5). We are expanding where Empire is stiff-necked (Psalm 73,37,49,119), we are picking up where they fail to get the point (John 8, James 2, Romans 14, 1 Corinthians 8,15). Genesis 49 also tells us that we shall have the blessings of the deeps, (Psalm 130, Revelation 2-3, Matthew 11), which is precisely where the Nephilim is (Isaiah 24, 1 Peter 3-4, Hosea 13-14), and we could say that we have fulfilled this not only through the Yokebearers Inclusion Policy, but that also you would usually tell us here that some of our leaders are not yet over with the Empire. We would like to reiterate again to Lindsey and to all our fellow yokebearers held in hostage by this Empire that we by Godhead fulfilled Joseph's clause in the manner that we were born before the 110th birthday of the Messenger in 1996 (Isaiah 23,59-63,52, Micah 4-5) as prescribed on Genesis 50. Lindsey herself was born on the Messenger's 100th in 1986, in fact days before she was born Empire had been exercising an Abomination of Desolation across the United Saints of Israel with the field week there and then by the Empire's Philippine quarters. This Empire did knowing that on these exact days too in 1957 we had our field week in the United Saints. Noah's Ark was constructed for 100 years, and was completed on Noah's 600th year. On September 23-24, the centerpiece of #GodBigDay, we would be marking respectively our 1386th and 1387th days writing the Devotional Commentary. 1386 and 1387 is 600 years to 2016-2017 (Joshua 12), and should we hence expect for anything close to Noah's Flood, which is the convergence of all elements loose on the face of earth (2 Peter 3), then we should really be here honestly in this, your Commondominion of Christ, by September 23-24 (3 Nephi 8-10). I don't tell you that it could indeed happen on these days, but remember that after these days it is only sure that life would get much, much harder as Empire would get much hell-angry against all yokebearers and the ministry that we here do for them (2 Corinthians 6-7, 1 Samuel 18, Psalm 38-39,69). In fact guys, Empire is really angry against our leaders for having declared Lindsey's Birthday this year as a special non-working holiday in the Philippines. Let's not be bothered with what Empire is doing guys against you. Let's make sure that we spend well this great, gracious, glorious day in the history of our salvation. This Lindsey's Birthday let's be wright now with Godhead if we haven't yet, and let's tell this to anyone who evidently needs help and relief. We count so much on you guys to break this out to all who don't know where to run to for help and needs a break-out chance in life. Let's not waste these precious last hours of civilization as we know it, and let's make sure by Godhead (Hebrews 10) that we're not yokebearers for nothing. Let's join Lindsey here, in your Commondominion, and be ensured, most beloved guys, that as you do this, we here will always be within you, wright up far beyond the ages of ages.

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