#i like how this turned out lord bless photoshop

[innoctemastra]

My favourite match made in hell.

its time for more Marisa content I can’t help it she has me in a choke hold. 

season 3 is great so far, and seeing these two together gives me life even though they are really destructive  

[five-rivers]

Snow and Song Chapter 5

About five seconds after Danny registered the huge crowd of people gathered in the park (and why were they there?  Had there been some kind of event he forgot about?), it began to snow.   Danny looked around himself in alarm.  He was often insensitive to temperature changes (and a few other things, according to his sister), but it wasn’t nearly cold enough snow.  It was September.

He looked up.  There weren’t even any clouds.  

A snowflake, perfect and crystalline, stuck to his eyelash.  

Alright.  When something weird and unnatural started to happen in Amity Park, usually there was a ghost involved.  All Danny had to do was find the ghost causing it to… snow…

Oh.  Right. He was a ghost that could make snow.  

He was an idiot.  He hadn’t even noticed his core activating.  His cheeks flushed with cold.  This was so embarrassing.

Wincing, he looked back down at the crowd.  Only about a tenth of the people had phones in their hands, winking camera lenses pointed up at him, but that was more than enough.  He felt entirely too visible.  

… Which he could fix because he was a ghost, darn it, something that he kept forgetting about tonight.  Berating himself, he adjusted his visibility down to zero and flew away.  

Almost at once, all the birds took off, the sound of wings obscuring whatever the humans down below were saying.  

Danny didn’t stop until he got home, trailing snow all the while.  He was not looking forward to tomorrow, but for tonight, maybe, he could forget what had happened.  

He went human, phased off his clothes, laid down on his bed, closed his eyes, and started to-

“Maddie!” shouted Jack.  “The ghost-kid is on TV again!  He’s in the park!”

“Oh, good!  Go start up the GAV!  This time, we’ll catch him!  I’ll be with you in a minute!”

Danny let out the breath he had been holding since his dad startled him from his doze in a long sigh.  He resigned himself to being woken up at least once more that night.

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The first rays of sunlight filtering through Danny’s window brought with them something that would have chilled Danny to the core if his core weren’t naturally frosty.  

Music.  

He peeled his eyes open slowly, grudgingly, because it was still September, and sunrise was still quite a bit before the time he had to get up in the morning.  Hoping he was hallucinating, he trudged over to the window and pulled back the curtains.

Ah, yes.  He hadn’t quite expected to find a bunch of cultists standing outside his house with a boombox, playing back a rather scratchy version of Tale as Old as Time, but, somehow, he was unsurprised to do so.  What exactly were they attempting to accomplish here?

One of the younger (about six years old) cultists waved up at him.  Resigned, Danny waved back, then let the curtain fall back down.  

He rubbed his eyes.  Normal teenagers didn’t have to deal with cults that worshiped them as a god.  Even that dude from Nazareth was a full adult before he got hit with the heavy stuff.  

(Yeah, because it wasn’t at all a sign of megalomania, mental instability, or good old-fashioned insanity to compare himself to that guy.)

(He didn’t want a cult, darn it.)

What did they want, anyway?

He got dressed and started downstairs.  To his horror (but again, not surprise) he heard more music emanating from the kitchen.  

“What are you guys doing?” Danny asked.  

“Oh, morning, Danno!” boomed Jack.

“Shh, shh,” said Maddie.  “We need to go over that last part again.  There are pancakes on the stove, sweetie.”

“Oh,” said Danny.  “Thanks. But, really, what are you doing?”

“Analyzing the sound patterns of Phantom’s voice!” said Jack.  “We missed it before, but he must have a low-level mind control power!  Just like that Rockstar ghost!”

“Sneaky post-human ectoplasm glob,” muttered Maddie. “That’s how he’s got so many people on his side.  He’s brainwashing them.  But don’t worry, sweetie.  As soon as we figure out how he’s doing it, we’ll be working on a cure!”

“Well,” said Danny, trying not to sound bitter. They had made him pancakes. “That’s news to me.”

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Danny stepped out of the house and sighed in the general direction of the cult.  

As always, acknowledging them in any way shape or form proved to be a mistake.  They rushed at him.  

“Daniel Fenton,” intoned today’s leader, a man wearing robes colored in an approximation of Phantom’s suit.  His beard was… interesting.

“What?” asked Danny.  If only there was a way to skip through awkward conversations like this, like there was in video games.  But, no, life was like one, huge, un-skippable cutscene.  Tragic.

“Last night, our Lord Phantom gave us a message. A message, and a divine task.”

Danny was pretty sure he’d remember that.  “What task?” he asked, resigned.

“To spread his word through song!  And you, his prophet, his chosen, his blessed consort, shall reveal his intent upon the stage of the Casper High School Musical!”

“I’m begging you, call it anything but that.”

“We will do anything to make the Casper High School Musical go well!  We are at your command!”

“Please stop picketing my house and harassing me on the way to school.”

“We have fine members of our choir here to audition for you!  Please take word of their worthiness to our Lord Phantom.”

Several of the cultists began to sing.

“Danny!” called Jazz from the driveway.  “Stop feeding the cultists, or we’re going to be late for school!”

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“So,” said Sam.  “The Ghost Watch feed blew up last night.”

“I know,” said Danny.  “I feel so stupid.”

“Hey, it’s fine,” said Tucker.  “But we really do have to put some time aside to test whether or not you really do have a pied piper ability.”

“I made it snow while I was singing,” said Danny.

“Ah.  We’ll have to look into that, too,” said Tucker, making a note on his PDA.  “Who wants to bet that the ‘Phan Club’ will try to incorporate last nights performance into the play somehow?”

“That’s not funny,” said Danny, closing his locker. “Guys, what if I accidently mind control the audience?  Or start a snowstorm inside?  The cultists are already on top of this.  They were outside my house this morning.”

“Again?” said Sam, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, again.”

“What did they want?”

“They seem to think that there’s going to be some kind of revelation in the play,” said Danny.  He caught the look in Sam’s eye.  “Sam.  No.”

“Sam, yes.”

“Cults are not a toy,” cautioned Danny.  

“Not the way you’re using them, they aren’t.”

“Seriously, Sam.  No matter how much you want to change the world, do not use a cult to do it. It never goes well.”

“Christianity started off as a cult.”

“And would you say that went well?  I’m asking you this as a Christian.”

“Are you a Christian?” asked Tucker. “I’ve never seen you in a church. Can you go in a church? Have we tested that?”

“I—What?  I’m not a demon, Tucker.  I went to church, uh…  Last Easter. I can totally go in a church.”

“You had to think of that for an awfully long time.”

“What about a synagogue?” asked Sam.  “Or a mosque?”

“I don’t know.  But you’d think that if I could go into a church, that’d mean I could go into the other ones.”

“But what if you couldn’t?” asked Sam.  “Would that mean that religion is more right than the others?”

“Or more wrong,” said Tucker, “since Danny is a good guy.”                                                                  

“I—” started Danny.

“PHANTOM!” screamed Wes from down the hall, interrupting whatever revelation Danny could potentially have had.

“Oh, great,” said Danny.  “I’m not Phantom, Weston!”

“Kids,” said Miss Lyn, poking her head into the hallway.  “Please don’t shout in the halls.  Class is about to start.”

“I have proof, this time!” crowed Wes.  “I have video.”

“Oh, no,” said Danny, with perfectly flat affect. “Are you here to harass me with yet another badly photoshopped, grainy, vertically filmed, twenty-second clip of me ‘transforming’ into Phantom like some kind of anime heroine?”

Wes reared back, face coloring and nostrils flaring.  

Danny would feel worse about what he had said, if half the videos in Wes’s last ‘Fenton is Phantom’ presentation hadn’t been exactly that.  Tucker had made several of them and stealthily dropped them in various chat rooms for Wes to find, as something halfway between a joke and an exercise in misdirection.  

As soon as Wes had included one of those in his presentation, it was doomed to be a laughingstock.  Again, Danny almost felt bad.  

“No!” said Wes.  He puffed his chest out.  “From Ghost Watch!”

“Uh huh.”

“I kind of feel like we’d be hearing about it from more than just you,” said Sam.  

“Yeah,” agreed Tucker.  “If the news decided Danny was Phantom’s dead twin or whatever, you’d think some of his groupies would be swarming.”  He pointed at a pair of Phan Club members who were having a sedate conversation near the water fountain.  “Where are the groupies, Wes?”

“Did you not learn your lesson from the beauty pageant?” asked Sam.  “Or Egypt?”

“I don’t know, didn’t you learn yours from Desiree?”

“Who’s learning what from Desiree?  Because you should ask her for a better naming sense.  I mean, you just copied.  Lame.”

“You’re talking to me about copying?  You vegans are the copiers!  Vegetable burgers, tofurkey, where does it end?”

“With the abolition of the cruelty of MEAT!”

At this point, most people would have started edging away from Sam and Tucker’s patented and infamous meat vs. veggies argument.  However, Wes had long since proven himself to be of sterner stuff, and Danny wanted to hear what he was on about.

“Guys,” he said, “guys, it’s not working.  He’s still here.”

Sam and Tucker turned back towards Wes.  “Bummer,” said Sam.  

“Yeah, Wes, why do you have to be such a bummer?” asked Tucker.  

“Let him speak,” said Danny, magnanimously, twirling his hand.  

Wes glowered.  “Well, now I don’t want to,” he said, mulishly.  

“Come on, Wes, what’s the video, don’t leave us in suspense!”

Wes attempted to glower harder but failed.  Grudgingly, he held up his phone, which did, indeed, play a video from Ghost Watch.  Danny watched himself singing for several long seconds before returning his gaze to Wes.

“I’m not sure what this is supposed to prove.”

“The song, you idiot!  It’s from Beauty and the Beast!  And I know the drama club gave you that music.”

“A movie that thousands of thousands of people have watched and know the music for?”

“That doesn’t matter!  You’re the only one who has any reason to sing it.”

“You mean, other than everyone else in the drama club?” asked Sam, bored.  

“Or anyone who likes Disney?” said Tucker.  

Wes opened his mouth to make some kind of riposte.

The warning bell rang.  

He closed his mouth.  “I’m watching you, Fenton!”

“You and everyone else,” muttered Danny as Wes retreated down the hallway, pointing at him.  

Why was everyone around him so ridiculous?

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“We’re doing Snow White, not Beauty and the Beast!” howled Razor, baring his teeth at the hapless Phan Club member that had suggested adding ‘Tale as Old as Time’ to the song list.

“If you guys had taken that bet, I’d have so much money right now,” said Tucker.  

“Students, please,” said Mr. Lancer.  “We can’t have any actual copyrighted music in our play. Not without paying for it.  And I’m not negotiating with Disney.”  He looked into the distance.  “Not again.  Never again.”

Danny did not want to know the story behind that, but nevertheless, he had to ask… “Are you okay, Mr. Lancer?”

“I’m fine, Mr. Fenton,” said Mr. Lancer.  “Thank you for asking.  In any case, my lovely drama students!  Today, we are going to do our first round of auditions!”

“But, sir, we haven’t finished the script, yet!” protested Mikey.

“Right you are!” said Mr. Lancer.  “But I have found that things go more smoothly when we have people already in the main roles.  There’s less… outright sabotage and script jockeying.”

“What does that even mean?” whispered Samhain (aka Kevin) loudly.  

“People trying to change the script to fit a certain person so that person gets the role,” said Paulina.  “Or exclude a certain person.  Which I would never do, Mr. Lancer.”

The covetous glare shot in Danny’s direction indicated that Paulina’s words might have been less than truthful.  

Mr. Lancer chuckled.  “I didn’t think you would, Miss Sanchez!”  He began writing on his whiteboard.  “Now, we already have our Prince Snow White, our Princess Charming, and our Evil Queen.”  He nodded at Paulina as he wrote the roles on the board.  “Now, we need our seven dwarves—”

“Ghosts!”

“Excuse me, yes, ghosts.  Thank you, Mr. Baxter.  Our Huntsman—”

“Or woman!”

“Yes, thank you, Miss Thunder,” said Mr. Lancer. “Huntsman, or Huntswoman.  And… Let’s see…  Snow White’s parents, for the prologue, Princess Charming’s retinue, and… I think that’s it.  Alright, let’s start with the ghosts.”

“Shouldn’t they have names?” asked Mia.  

“Well, sure,” said Mr. Lancer.  “But we can’t use the Disney names.  You’ll have to come up with your own.”

“Phantom!” screamed Paulina.

“Here we go,” said Danny, burying his head in his hands.  

“You want to bet that we’re going to wind up with your whole rogue’s gallery?” asked Tucker.  

“If you need money, Tucker,” said Sam, “you just have to ask.  Rates on my loans are very reasonable.”

“Isn’t usury against your religion?” asked Tucker.

“Nope,” said Sam.  “Not at all.”

“I am incredibly against this development,” said Danny.  “The cults are going to have a field day.”

“Ember!  Ember! Ember!”  Chanted the punk goth crowd, which had split off from the larger goth subgroup.

“I am somehow even more against this development,” muttered Danny.  “Mr. Lancer! I don’t think it’s a good idea to include a ghost who gets power from people saying her name!”

“Shut up, Fentonnage, what do you know about ghosts?”

“My parents study them.  I know a lot.  More than I ever even—”

Danny narrowly dodged the workbook Dash flung at him.

“Mr. Baxter!” scolded Mr. Lancer.  

Sadly, when everything shook out, Danny did not get his way.  One of the seven ghosts was named Ember and was going to be played by Star.  Because why not?

“At least the Box Ghost and the Lunch Lady aren’t on the list,” said Sam.  

“But ‘Hamlet, father of Hamlet,’ is,” said Danny.  “Why does that bother me more than Ember?”

“Because you hate Shakespeare?”

“No, I don’t,” protested Danny.  “Shakespeare is a perfectly nice person.  I just don’t like how his writing is taught in schools.”

“You’re going to break Mr. Lancer’s heart saying stuff like that,” said Tucker.  

“He wrote love poems to boys.  Why do they skim over that?”

“Excellent point, Mr. Fenton!” exclaimed Mr. Lancer, who had somehow materialized behind them.  “Shakespeare was definitely bisexual.  I wi—”  The teacher stopped.  “Nope, can’t use that word.  It would be nice if the state let me teach it like that.  Along with the crossdressing.  School board won’t let me.”  He shook his head.  “Dale Baxter. Someday, someday he’ll lose an election. Eventually.”  He took a deep breath.  “Next time we meet, we’ll be doing auditions, okay?  I want you all to think about what parts you would like! And, Miss Gray, I’d like to have a word with you about your role in our production, alright?”

[taetaespeaches]

I thank God that this white hair hobi is now forever registered in music video form, i am honestly very thankful, red was my fav but..... damn my lord, white hair hobi gets me going, and short hair, in the unboxing video they said hobi was kind of afraid of short hair that's why he always had it quite long but, babe!!! MY LORD you look yummy, bless u

ALSO, speaking of hair i want to say something, i know everyone was 'wow long hair jungkook', and me too of course i'm only human, but this short black emo hair jungkook i'm-

i am in love, i am SO real when i say is my favourite on him, i feel like THAT'S HIM that's fucking jungkook in all his glory with his fake/nonfake piercing and tattoos and fucking attitude, i'm sold boy, take me and do your worst

ALSO LOOK AT YOU MANIFESTING STUFF i srsly gasped when i saw him in front of the washing machines, then the peaches i'm like wHat!

and this past month has been me thinking "yoongi is so sexy" that's it, blonde yoongi and now sort of blue/gray ish yoongi, YES SIR, and i feel like i've seen him more happy? i don't know, look its been just a year and a half of me becoming an army, and i know yoongi is not the cold serious person that he appears and everyone reads, but if i compare old videos to last year videos and then to this year videos, i feel the difference, i see him so happy and more free somehow, i mean the honey boy has been glowing with success after success and it shows, sweet sweet amazing sexy boy i lovE him and i'm whipped

Liv, you did the bra thing and i died, i love everything but the most precious thing was nervous hoseok, like he didn't really say much and i could feel him lmao, Petal is my rock, Petal is love, Petal is badass, come at her Namjoon, if you dare!!!!!

I havent write you a bible in a while, and not a lot happened except that i am becoming more adult, it's annoying, long story short i had to get into a treatment with birth control pills bc my period was like 'NAH, i ain't going down' for almost 4 months and i got hella scared (haha it wasn't even funny the state i was in bc of stress), got blood tested for a million things and turns out only one hormone was the problem so... adulting is HARD, i mean i am thankfull it was only that, but here's a tip, DON'T EVER GOOGLE YOUR SYMPTOMS! that shit says you'll die in 3 days ! But we're okay, a little more poor but we're safe and sound enjoying namjoon's huge arms and pecks :)

and last but not least, slowly but surely i'm gonna start using my other tumblr, and will try my best to make gifs and edits again, OH how i miss my one and only boyfriend *photoshop*, so, someday i will stop sending asks from stainofpaint and annoy you from, *drumroll*: @princehoseok -that's right my lord got his title with me

so that's all for now, i'm at my work and i'm bored as hell but also sleepy, i'm eating breakfast praying the phone doesn't ring

i love you liiiiiiiiiiv, you're a dancing queen btw!!! ♥

HOBI'S HAIR LOOKS SO GOOD!!!! I love the short white hair, like it's hoseok, he looks amazing with any hair but THIS is a fucking look for him. And I have to say, I definitely adore Jungkook's short hair. I was a long hair enthusiast but this short black hair on him is AMAZING!!!!

Lmao I really have been manifesting stuff like wtf?! It's kind of freaking me out hahahaha

I agree, I think yoongi is looking a lot more carefree and happy and I think it's because of his shoulder honestly. I just think not being in pain 24/7 has lifted a weight and he's just like fucking vibing and feeling good now. I LOVE to see it!!!! He was honestly glowing in both the butter and ptd mvs. I just love to see honey boy honey boying.

Ahahaha I'm glad you enjoyed the fic!!! Petal is THAT bitch and we will not be debating that. She's the queen. Period.

Oh gosh that sounds very scary and completely unpleasant :( I'm really happy you got it all figured out!! And that it's not as bad as google made it seem it could be lol. In my case with my diabetes, google was correct :/ lmaoooo

Omg yay that's so exciting!!! I can't wait to see all your gifs and edits!!! It'll be super nice for you to have that creative outlet again! and oof I love that url!

I hope work went on without any phone calls lol. Love you Lyd!! And oh goodness I suppose I am hahaha (that doesn't mean it's good I just.. move lol)

[heartlessfujoshi]

pumpkin spice - an amof one shot

I saw this picture floating around and was inspired to write this quick one shot. :) It’s a prequel of sorts to the main story. Please enjoy! 

Title: Pumpkin Spice Fandom: FFXV Series: A Man of Faith (AMOF) Pairing: Promnis (Prompto Argentum x Ignis Scientia) Word Count: ~880 Rating: General

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“Father Scientia!” Prompto approached the priest after Lauds on a crisp fall morning. He wore a thick black scarf around his neck sporting the St. Lucis emblem at the bottom, with his coat wrapped tight around him as the heater had not been working so well in the church. “Father, may I have a word with you?” 

His favorite priest turned towards him after speaking to an elderly couple that he recognized from other masses. Father Scientia had arrived at the school last spring, and he was by far his favorite to listen to him say mass. It was always a treat when he presided over the Holy Word.

“Good morning, Prompto.” The smile on the priest’s face brought the smile back to his own face. “What can I do for you this morning?” 

“I wanted to show you something!”“ He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “Do you have a moment, Father?” 

“For you? Of course.” They began to walk towards the narthex, walking down the aisle of the nave. “What would you care to show me?” 

He was looking down at his phone, his backpack hanging heavy on his back as he pulled up the item he’d seen on Facebook earlier. “Look what someone posted!” They were outside now, the cool fall morning making his breath come out in a puff of steam. 

“Let’s see.” Father Scientia stopped and looked at what Prompto had pulled up on his phone. “Oh.” 

Laughter bubbled out of him as he too looked at the picture that showed communion wafers, but instead of the normal Eucharist, it was showcased as being ‘pumpkin spice’. “Do you think these are real?? Or is it a Photoshop job?” 

“Well, I would hope that it would be a Photoshop job and not necessarily a real item, but honestly? It would not surprise me if these were real.” An exacerbated sigh left the priest’s mouth, leaving Prompto feeling a little bad because he honestly was hoping to make the priest laugh with his findings. “The length that the Diocese will step to to bring people back to the church holds no bounds, I’m afraid.” 

“Father - I’m pretty sure it’s a joke.” It broke his heart to see Father Scientia look a little upset by his findings. “I’m really sorry. I thought you would laugh.”

He looked at him, and saw that he was looking out towards the campus, a small fire igniting inside of him as he appreciated the man’s attractiveness. No, I can’t look at him like that. He’s my priest. The thoughts disappeared as quick as they had appeared, his hands now shoved down into the pockets of his coat. “I know, and I’m sorry I failed to see the humor. That isn’t on you, Prompto. That’s on me.” The priest turned towards him, his heart jumping in his chest as their eyes met. “Thank you for showing me. Don’t be afraid to share other silly things with me, please? I promise I won’t have the same boring reaction. The fall....It’s a difficult time for me.” 

“I understand, Father.” Prompto put his phone away, feeling a tiny bit better. “I will. I like sharing these kinds of things with you! I don’t think Father Bradham would appreciate it the same way you do.”

“You would probably be correct.” A hand touched his shoulder. “May I offer you a blessing before you head to class?” 

Prompto bowed his head and gave a small nod, closing his eyes as he tried to ignore how hot his skin felt underneath the layers of clothing thanks to the simple touch from the priest. “Yes, Father.”

“Lord, please watch over Your son as he heads into a long day of higher learning. Prompto is one of Your true followers, as he heeds Your words to the highest level. He has a pure heart, and deserves Your divine protection. Please keep watch over him. In Your name, we pray. Amen.”

“Amen.” His heart continued to pound in his chest as he absorbed the blessing that Father Scientia had just given to him. Smiling, he lifted his head and looked up at the priest, who was looking back at him with a similar smile. “Thank you, Father. Will you be presiding over Vespers tonight?” 

“No, I’m afraid I have to head to our sister parish to speak there. You’ll have the pleasure of Father Bradham.” Father Scientia took his hand away from his shoulder, Prompto feeling a tiny bit lighter with it now gone from his body. “I will see you again at Vespers tomorrow night.” 

“Sounds good, Father!” He started to walk away. “Again, I’m sorry for not making you laugh! I really wanted to.”

Father Scientia stood by the door, the smile continuing to stay on his face. “Don’t be. It was quite amusing. Take care, Prompto!”

“You too, Father!” He waved, and then headed towards school. Even though the priest hadn’t laughed, he secretly hoped that he liked the attention. He knew that he always liked it when Father Scientia singled him out during mass. Shaking his head of the sudden impure thoughts that came out of nowhere, he held his head up. He had a long day of lectures ahead of him. 

[royalcordelia]

This Bed of Recall and Recollections (1/1)

Summary: Most of the time, it’s convenient to have your husband as your doctor, except for the times he condemns you bedrest. A very pregnant Anne decides to open her chest of old memories to pass her bedrest time. (A future shirbert drabble). 

Notes: Happy belated holidays @cresmix​! Here’s a little somethin’ somethin’ for you because you and your kind heart deserve it. This was a request that @shirberts-sherbert came up with, so thank you for the idea. (Also y’all follow me because I write well, not because I photoshop well, but I gave it 110%. Even if it does look a lil funky lmao). 

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Anne knew there were bright sides to her current situation. The bed was impossibly soft underneath her, but stiff enough to support her weight against the headboard. She didn’t have to wear shoes in bed, either - an added plus. Just the thought of jamming her swollen toes into her dainty slippers as she had during the past several months had her cringing. 

You were given your imagination for times like these, she scolded herself. There are plenty of lovely things about being on bedrest. Why, I’ve had time to read all the books on my list, and then some! A bitter voice in the back of her mind reminded her that she’d read all the books on her list already - twice, some of them three times! Gilbert promised to bring home some new reading material soon, but he’d been so busy at his medical practice, that she’d long since stopped asking if he bore her any surprises. 

Now there’s a bright side worth thanking the Lord for, she decided. Not every woman, exhausted with the many weights of pregnancy, got to have her husband as her doctor. Anne argued that Gilbert was better attuned to her symptoms than any of his patients. Perks of sharing a bed with him, she supposed. There was no husband around with more compassion and love for his ever-glowing wife, even with the unpleasant oddities it brought to their relationship. 

But it also meant that when her blood pressure had spiked to dangerous heights, Gilbert had said with very firm stringency that Anne S. C. Blythe - Queen of Conquering Obstacles and Goddess of Fortitude - was condemned to bedrest. At least until the new member of the house arrived. When the decree had been made, Anne was wise enough not to argue. 

“Every time a man speaks like he’s got a sour cranberry on his tongue, it means he means business,” said Susan, their beloved housekeeper, to Mrs. Doctor Dear later that night. “And that you may tie to.” 

Anne knew her husband better than that, though. Gilbert’s word, of course, did mean business, but she knew that a tiny part of him still held onto a poisonous drop of guilt. Susan might have claimed to know the Doctor better than most, but Anne was the one that Gilbert laid his head upon, weeping into her chest that it was his fault their first baby had died. If I had just paid better attention...There must have been something I missed. How could I? My own daughter? Not even Anne’s softest touches through his hair or the honesty of her own unnecessary forgiveness could take away all of his remorse. When she’d informed him of their second chance, he’d been even more attentive than he’d been the first time. 

Thus, Anne was growing into a prisoner in her own bed. Her loving, caring husband, her jailor. 

With a sigh, Anne turned her gaze toward the window. Her soul sighed. It was golden hour, the most beloved time of day, when the PEI sun took a few moments out of its busy day to say hello to her. It always looked so sweet over the garden, the early spring buds glistening as if they had been touched by Midas himself. Against the bedposts, Anne tried to imagine the soft moss underneath her fingers or the richness of the soil of her flowers, but the mental image fell flat. 

Her window, though...Her window was only a few feet away from the bed. If she could just take a glimpse at the garden, maybe her heart wouldn’t feel so starved. 

The coolness of the floor felt wonderful underneath her heat swollen feet. With a careful hand behind supporting her back, Anne gently rose up for the first time in days. Her vision swirled, but she ignored the momentary vertigo and began to creep forward with astonishing stealth. If Susan heard her up on her feet, there’d be hell to pay, especially when Gilbert got home. Just as Anne was able to take a self-indulgent glance at her garden, a familiar voice broke through the bird-song silence. 

“Sweetheart, what on earth are you doing up?” 

Anne jolted, and she staggered like a drunken fool for balance. Gilbert was at her side before she could see him fly over to her, one hand in hers to keep her steady, the other against her back. She could sense a scolding on the tip of his tongue, but he bit his lips against it as he guided her back to bed. Settling at the edge of the bed together, Gilbert rubbed her knuckles with a tender touch. 

He could’ve begun his love-driven admonishment, but instead, he said, “A parcel came from Green Gables today. I stopped in town to pick it up.” 

Just the mention of home was enough for some of the weight on her shoulders to dissipate. Her gaze drifted from the wrapped box at the end of the bed back up to the hazel warmth of Gilbert’s eyes. He gave her his daily “ I’m home” kiss and helped her shift back into her perch on the bed against the headboard. 

“I know that bedrest isn’t the most stimulating activity in the world, so I asked Marilla to send this,” Gilbert continued, placing the parcel in her lap. 

“What is it?” Anne asked, though she had already started tearing the brown paper away. She gasped when she found the wooden box underneath, fingers grazing over the grained smoothness. “It’s the box I kept when we were in college.” 

“I remembered you had a memory box, but you never told me what was in it. I hoped whatever was inside, it could be enough to convince you to sit in bed.”

Anne lifted the lid away and the contents of box overflowed onto her lap. 

“It’s so full because I kept every single letter you sent me over four years. But there’s some sketches from when I asked Cole to teach me how to draw. Oh, and look, a few pictures too.” 

Gilbert settled at her side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“If it’s every letter I sent you in college, that’s more reading than all of the Jane Austen books put together. We better start now if we want to finish by the time our new gentleman arrives.” 

Right on time, Susan rapped against the door with her elbow, a tray of tea and biscuits in her hands. 

“I put the tea on the stove as soon as the doctor came home. These are the last of the biscuits you like, Mrs. Doctor, but I’m baking more tomorrow. And there’s a piece of my cherry pie for you, Dr. Dear.” 

Anne grabbed Susan’s hand before she could walk away, and pressed a firm kiss to it. 

“You’re a blessing untold, Susan, thank you.” 

When they were alone again, Anne grabbed the first thing she could find: a letter. The bluish hue of the envelope and the familiar scrawl told her what she already knew. This letter had been one of the later ones she’d received during their fourth year of college. The blue envelopes had been Gilbert’s way of trying out professional stationary, and each letter was monogrammed at the top with the initials GJB. As for the nearly illegible scrawl of her name and address, that was a bad habit he’d picked up from his medical professors. 

“When did I send that one?” he asked, peeking over from his own reading. 

“The April of 1904. I remember it without even needing to check.” 

It took a moment, but Gilbert suddenly remembered what the letter said. He could picture exactly what his desk and room looked like the day he wrote it with the clarity of a photograph. Long lost in fireplace ash, there were several burned attempts that had come before the finished product that Anne know held in her hands. 

“This is a question I had every intention of asking in person, but I find my patience has evaporated with the months our of separation,” Anne read softly. “Say that there was a velvet pouch in my pocket. Say that it contained a peridot ring that my mother once bore on her own hand. (Breathe, darling, I’m not proposing over correspondence. What I mean to ask is - ) Would you find yourself open to the idea of wearing it in the foreseeable future? If there was a fellow who had a question to ask - a plead, a beg really - would you be ready to answer the next time you saw him?” 

The ring of his tender descriptions now rested on Anne’s hand, a little tight with her swollen fingers, but still glistening and lovely just the same. Gilbert took the hand and pressed a kiss to the stone that his father had chosen for his mother, the same stone that was a perfect green on his redheaded wife.

“Do you remember what I replied?” she asked, nuzzling her cheek against his touch. 

“Not exactly,” Gilbert admitted with a fond smile. “I think as soon as I read your response, my entire brain stopped functioning and I all but floated around Toronto for the next month.” 

Her shoulders shook against him as she chuckled. 

“What’s that you’re looking at?” Gilbert revealed the journal that had been placed in his lap. Its leather was the same color as Anne’s girlhood horse, Belle and was tied around the middle with a strap. “Ah, the proof of my stint with art.” 

“You were genuinely talented!” Gilbert argued. To prove his point, he flipped open the sketchbook to one of the middle pages. “This one is my favorite.” 

Of course it was, she thought with an amused smirk. He had skipped over the pages where she’d sketched pink carnations - briefly wondering if he recognized they were the ones he’d brought her during one of his visits - and focused on the page where Anne had drawn one of the Blythe-Lacroix apples. 

“Anne Blythe, Gilbert S. C. Blythe…” he read with interest. “If I didn’t know better, Mrs. Blythe, I’d say you were in love with me!” 

“Oh, be quiet. If I didn’t doodle my feelings like an infatuated schoolgirl, I’d have dropped out of Queen’s and transferred to Toronto.” 

“You wouldn’t have found arguments from me,” Gilbert said with a shrug. 

Anne nudged him with her elbow, but kept flipping through the box with interest. Mostly, she found letters. To his delight, it seemed that not a single one had been lost over time. Each one was a treasure, and she’d treated them as such. Some of his more romantic ones appeared to have more wear, as if she’d found them in her hours of loneliness and reread the words in his voice. There were tear smudges, small rips in the corners, memories of smiles, and residual pining that never actually went away. Some of Gilbert’s later letters admitted the way he’d desired her, craved her touch and counted the days before he could love her in the ways he was meant to as a man. It made Anne glad that Marilla had always respected her privacy. If Rachel Lynde had read those letters and found Gilbert Blythe longing to kiss the soft skin of Anne’s breast, she likely would’ve shipped the young girl to France or England herself. 

Lost in her amusement, Anne almost didn’t hear Gilbert sigh beside her. He held an old photograph in his hands, one that she groaned at the sight of. She’d sat for several portraits during her lifetime, but never before did she feel as unattractive as she did in the one he held.

“I ought to have just thrown that in the fire,” she commented. He gaped at her in surprise. 

“What do you mean? Why have I never seen this one?!” he exclaimed. His eyes roved over the picture, and suddenly he felt like the eighteen-year-old boy losing his breath at the sight of her. In the portrait, Anne wore a demure, neutral smile on her lips and wine red blossoms behind her ear. And her hair ...Gilbert suspected that if Aphrodite or Hera were really out there, they envied the ocean waves of her auburn hair. “Anne, this is breathtaking.” 

Anne paused before finally answering in a rush. “I originally planned to send it to you because you’d been asking for one, and I know how much you like my red hair so I asked the man to hand color for me.” 

“I think he did a fine job!” Gilbert added, still confused. 

“He did a fine job commenting on my hair, too,” Anne stated bitterly. “He said he never saw such salmon hair in all his years. Salmon, Gilbert. There was no way I could send the picture after that.”

Gilbert laughed heartily at this, shaking his head at the stubborn rage of his beautiful, impeccable wife. 

“Well, darling, what’s mine is yours, and what’s yours…” He snatched the picture from her hands and stuffed it inside his jacket pocket. “Is mine! I’ll be holding onto this in my own memory box.” 

Anne might’ve argued, but he rose from the bed with a kiss to her forehead. In any other circumstances, she would have followed him until she could reclaim what was hers, but that would’ve involved rising like Christ from her bed. If she owed her husband anything after all the years he’d stayed loyal through her stubbornness and her flares of anger, it was to heed his word and remain in bed. 

Still, with him gone, she missed his warmth and wondered if she might convince him to sit beside her just a little longer.

“You need to eat, my love,” he concluded. “I’m going to go help Susan with dinner. Drink some tea, alright? You need to be sure you’re drinking enough fluids.” 

“I’m hydrating for two, I know.” 

Right before he disappeared out of the room, he let his eyes linger on her - the loveliness of her white bed gown, the sunlight on her hair, the loving glint in her warm blue gaze. He could taste the words on the tip of his tongue, hundreds of I love yous that he could mutter with all the breath in his lungs. Instead, he exhaled a shaky breath and said, “Let me know if you find anything else of interest.” 

Anne nodded with a smile, finally looking the most comfortable she’d been in days. She reached back down to the very bottom of the box and pulled out the oldest letter she it contained. 

“My Anne, I cannot think of a more wonderful way to start a letter…”

[punkscowardschampions]

Ali & Tommy

Ali: TOM BOMB Ali: you will never guess what Tommy: you're adopted? CALLED IT Tommy: too fabulous for those heathens Ali: way to make my actual news look less 😏 Ali: isn't don't oversell it like rule #1 Ali: [sends cast list so its all official] Tommy: darling, breaking every rule is rule #1 Tommy: you ain't that adopted Tommy: OH MY SWEET LORD! YOU BETTER NOT BE TROLLING ME ALISON Tommy: I know your genius extends to photoshop pro but you mustn't use it for such evil Ali: who would I really be hurting with that troll, huh Ali: no one but myself Ali: but if its good enough for Queen Meryl 😁😁😁 Tommy: Preach it sister Ali: I'm so fucking excited I could burst Tommy: Meanwhile my school is putting Fanny and Alexander Tommy: like that Ingmar Bergman fever dream can or should be adapted for the stage Tommy: Jesus Christ Ali: we LOVE child abuse for a fun family night out Ali: guess the parentals like to be shown their money is being spent SERIOUSLY on SERIOUS theatré Tommy: The guardian voted it 8th best arthouse film OF ALL TIME therefore it must be worthy Tommy: I will not hesitate to put on a wig and replace you, Kit Tommy: before I do, 1 question Tommy: WHY AND HOW THE FUCK IS MEENA'S BROTHER NOT PLAYING THE SWEDISH LOTHARIO?!! Tommy: what is your casting director 🚬? Ali: I dread to think what 9 and 10 were 😏 Ali: must put them on my not-to-watch list Ali: 😂 Ro literally called it, we all know, I will uninvite you if you even THINK of upstaging me 😉 Ali: IKR its so funny Ali: maybe he thought he was being subversive casting a black guy Ali: but then I wouldn't have my role if that was his jam so 🤷 go off Tommy: Yeah HARD same 🙄😴 Tommy: you can try but I've sent a congrats text to Carls and she'll re-invite me Tommy: if he was the baby daddy the whole island would know but alright, like Ali: also true Ali: 😂 SERIOUSLY Ali: like hmm, I wonder where this white blonde blue eyed baby came from Ali: when you get diverse with your casting and the plot falls apart 😏 god bless, they're trying Tommy: that's WHY he cast Drew, he's being very catholic and trying to marry you off to the right man at the end Tommy: Sir you can't be deciding he's the daddy like that, how dare you! Ali: and that's WHY he cast me as Donna Ali: knows our ma won't flip out on the implication her daughter hoe'd around all summer and has no idea who fathered her child Ali: the subtle shade of it all Tommy: 😂 Tommy: I can't wait to see her go full Molly Weasley when she realises the plot of the thing Tommy: my Alison COULD NEVER you wanker! Tommy: would never 'cause you'd be in chains 😏 Ali: that's the other possibility, he hasn't clocked I'm GayLite and he thinks the idea I'm knocked up is right jokes Ali: Ma wishes 🤞🤞🤞 Tommy: Or he's calling out his biphobia and everyone who is as a HUGE whore Tommy: that's awkward Ali: when you don't prove the haters wrong 😬 Ali: whoops Tommy: When's opening night? I gotta see this Ali: duh, I've already begged on your behalf Ali: [the date] Tommy: I'm so ready for my handbags at dawn moment with Robbie Tommy: always a pleasure Tommy: unlike witnessing Drew outdoing Pierce Brosnan as the hottie who can't hold a note and DYING on stage Ali: I'll hold your earrings, babe Ali: if he can wait for the show to be over Ali: and don't be mean 🤫 Ali: he...needs some work Ali: but I'm willing to be like your worst teacher on speed about it, have him west end ready in, however many weeks they're giving us Tommy: Cheers, 'course I was born ready whenever he wants to go though 🥊🩰 Tommy: You know I'm here if you need me, fairy gaybrother and all Tommy: he will go to the (disco) ball! Ali: I'll let him know as much 😏 Ali: 💚 Ali: Luckily the choreo is simple, so he's got that down Ali: and how hard is it to pretend you're in love with me, honestly Ali: the singing though Tommy: how many songs does he have? Are they staying movie true? Ali: WELL, the tea is we've already cut a me him duet flashback to a solo for moi, but he HAS to do SOS to drive the plot, then its minimal lines on Our Last Summer, which Robbie is THRILLED about obvs, but he also HAS to do When All Is Said And Done, though maybe I can convince the director that'd work better as a toast moment legit, sans singing Tommy: Fucking hell Tommy: yeah unless there's somebody he could mime for Tommy: or a girl they could drag up to resemble him for the musical numbers Ali: REALLY go in and make it obvious who the dad is 😂 Ali: comes to something when the only viable option is the out out gay kid Tommy: SOS is gonna be brutal but I reckon you're onto something cutting the last number down Tommy: by then the audience will either be LIVING for you or DYING over him and we all know how the drama dept would rather it Tommy: arts funding is already in the bog, like Ali: Truly... fuck it, if we don't get it then instead of taking turns at a verse each we'll do it together and I will belt the fuck out of it Ali: you don't have to tell me, the wardrobe is abhorrent Ali: but we're already on that, even if I have to dress the entire cast myself Tommy: Christ alive, I will come home early and help you save the show, bags full of stolen props and costumes Tommy: Sorry not sorry, mother Ali: Oh LORDT, what even is the costuming for fucking Ali: fanny and whathisface Ali: I bet you are LIVING Tommy: Everyone here has now said fuck it and we're sorting out watching Mamma Mia Tommy: the girls and gays are 💔😭 Tommy: Straight Simon alone is unaffected Tommy: SEND HELP ALL MY MATES ARE ASKING IF DREW'S TOO WHITE TO TURN SOS INTO A RAP 😂 Ali: that boy is an enigma Ali: do not encourage him PLEASE 😭😭😭 Ali: all for mixing it up but if I have to look 💔 at a boy rapping about what happened to our love...nah Ali: even Meryl couldn't Tommy: Quick, dish on the rest of your all star cast, that'll 100% work in amusing them Tommy: any room to judge and they don't give a fuck about a single thing else Ali: Oh well, let's see Tommy: I'm the proudest of my sweet baby Carls and know she'll be grand, but the people are restless and thirsty for that hot tea Ali: Rosie's a sweetie, she jams with us on the drums every now and then, so you'd recognize her face not her name, she's gonna be so funny, perf for that role so I can't slag on her, I'm afraid darlings Ali: right?! MY BABY 💕 Ali: we did our auditions in groups of about 3 so it was just me, her and Cavante, she killed it forreal Tommy: Yeah? I do remember her! She comments on many o' Meena posts and you can hear the 🍀 Tommy: I'm gonna call her later, Carls that is, not your drummer Ali: I'm DYING for her to give the brummie a go, if that's as hilariously bad as we're all imagining, I'll send that to quench your mates thirst 🍵 Tommy: You're a star on so many levels Ali: 🥰 Ali: Who else DON'T you know? 🤔 Ali: the girls playing Meena's friends, me either Ali: they're her year though Ali: one of them has the good=loud vibe so I wouldn't be surprised if she went to one of your theatre groups as a kid Tommy: The lad in her year too? I dunno him Ali: Yes, which is rude Ali: he's got hot over the summer clearly 'cos like, HELLO? Ali: he's decent though, fair craic Tommy: Every show needs a dark horse Ali: they're cute Ali: some of his friends, esp. the one Carls has to seduce are 😬 Ali: thank God she's talented Tommy: at least some fuckers'll have chemistry Tommy: you'll be full Meryl-ing to convince ANYONE that Drew's the love of your life Tommy: and Carly would never waste a second on a younger lad Ali: at least I get to be fuming at him most the time Ali: lying cheating bastard 😏 Tommy: 👀🔪 Tommy: I'm well jealous Ali: I know, babes, I know Tommy: less gutted now this sing-a-long is kicking off Tommy: you wanna be facetimed in? Ali: um YES Ali: counts as a rehearsal Tommy: [does call her so she can join]

[ask-the-equestrians]

This a Portrait of Princess Celestia and Lady Maya Matsui. A large version of this portrait hangs on the center wall of the library at Twilight;s Castle which will be feature on my upcoming comic strip. This Portrait represents over a millennium long friendship between The Equestrian Sun Goddess and The Eastern Republic "Deity of Passion." The two of them has been close friends for over 1,300 years, and at one point the two of them would of been Sister-in-Laws if Princess Luna hasn't transformed into Nightmare Moon and nearly killed her fiance. But Ever since Princess Celestia and her newly spawned Alicorn save Lady Maya's life and spouted new ponies to everyone in Celestia's country and part of the population in Maya's homeland, Lady Maya has been very grateful that Princess Celestia saved her life and stayed by her side to help her rebuild her country and inspired her new Equestrian Subjects. The two of them has grown even closer after a thousand years since the first Walpurgis Night event, that both Celestia and Maya has gain a reputation to both of there respected Country. Lady Maya Matsui was and still is considered to be known as "The Equestrian Deity of Passion" in Equestria and haves her own shrine dedicated to her since she frequently visit the Country to see Princess Celestia and participate in many festivals, as well as help her subjects achieve their lifelong dreams in which in return gain herself a loyal following. Princess Celestia was given the Nickname "Amaterasu" in Maya's Homeland for how much Lady Maya visits her and was also consider to be that Country's Sun Goddess and also have a shrine dedicated to her. Despite the incident that nearly destroy Celestia Country and Maya's life, the Two of them managed to bond each other ally country in the way they attend a thousand years ago. The two of them find something from each other that they both lost since Princess Luna was banished to the moon, but both of them has a common goal of bring her back. Princess Celestia founded "The Canterlot School of Magic" in which Lady Maya occasionally teaches at the school. The school lead them to end up rising one of the Unicorn Equestrian in the school, and have another Equestrian being reunited to one her for admirers. While short live, Twilight Sparkle still sees Lady Maya Matsui as one of her mentors since she was inspired to become Celestia's protege after receive her blessing for her wish to be granted. Princess Celestia and Lady Maya Matsui has gone through a lot over a thousand years, but their friendship led them to overcome their obstacle and rebuild their respected country and made it more prosperous then ever until Lord Axel Doi attacks Lady Maya and her Homeland. While the reincarnated Maya Doi doesn't seem to like Celestia as much as her Predecessor, (or at least the Equestrian one,) Princess Celestia still loves Maya as if she was still "The Deity of Passion" who was like a sister to her for a thousand years, and wants to get along with her; however their political difference and their personality keep them from reconcile. In fact, Lady Maya Doi fears one day Princess Celestia will turn into a Demon and destroy the very Country she rebuild with Matsui, and if the day ever come Maya promise that she'll be the one to slay her. While it seems that the bonding between Celestia and Maya would not be like the one they had when Maya was a deity, but it seems that the next Generation Princess and her friends my with the chance to succeed having the type of friendship they use to have. If you haven't yet, please check out my comic strip. I'll be uploading it here as soon as I'm finish. I promise you won't be disappointed. :) The Lunar Eclipse in Tapastic The Lunar Eclipse Act II The Lunar Eclipse Act III Hit me up on Twitter: @AxelDoi and Tumblr: Ask the Equestrians for updates or you want to chat. I'm trying to more active there you know. The Lunar Eclipse ACT I The Lunar Eclipse ACT II The Lunar Eclipse ACT III Software used: Daz Studio 4.11 Pro, Adobe Photoshop CC 2019, Iray, Clip Studio Paint

[woodchuckvirus]

I ordered a pen display drawing tablet so that I can draw straight onto the screen. This one has a laminated screen so that there’s less space between the pen and the device, so hopefully drawing on it will be more accurate in terms of line placement. It hasn’t shipped yet, but I’m assuming that’s because of the holidays. 6__9

But I can’t wait to see what it’s like to draw on the actual tablet screen rather than essentially blindly drawing the lines as like with a regular drawing tablet. Also, the idea of being able to turn the screen so that I can draw at different angles will help so much...

I’m plenty worried about configuration/calibration issues since I’ve never worked with a piece of equipment like this before... I’m hoping I’ll be able to figure it out. But mostly, omg, being able to ink a drawing fully in half the time will be a godsend. T_T Inking “by hand” has always been so much easier than doing it on a tablet. With a drawing tablet, it does no good to turn it because I can’t see where my hand is in relation to the drawing. So I have to ink in long curves at a really awkward angle, which always makes it so much harder, so much less cleaner, and it takes so much longer... I’ve always wanted to just draw directly onto the screen where I can see everything ofsmlkd....

A pen display tablet is essentially a whole other dang monitor for your computer, that’s the crazy thing. So it’ll come with an HDMI cable (a hydra cable with a USB and power USB cord essentially). There’s a lot of talk that the color calibration is completely wacky out of the box but PFF boy have I had my struggles with inconsistent color calibration before. This applied mostly to BJD photos, and the inconsistent color calibration between different computer screens would drive me nutty. But my laptop has great colors mang. Honestly, it doesn’t really bother me too much because jfc, all I really want is a better way to sketch and ink things. And I’m familiar with compensating for weird color calibration.

Also, it comes with a little glove! So that like my hand won’t stick to the screen xD

It’ll also come with a stand, which will be interesting... I usually draw while sitting in bed or on my couch, so having something with a stand will be a little different.

Man, I remember back in the day drawing on hard copy paper, inking with an actual ballpoint pen. Scanning and then setting the scan to B+W. Then dropping it as a Multiply layer in Photoshop so that the lines would all be darker. That was the only way I could ink things for coloring in Photoshop. But hey, it worked!

I spent many a lunch period inking pages in at the cafeteria table in high school, man. It was both a great way to kill time and also a great time for productivity. Lord, but cleaning the pages up in Photoshop would take forever. And dude, this was all before I ever even had a tablet. I colored everything in using a mouse ffs. I redrew lines with a mouse. Most of that coordination I learned via MS Paint, god bless.

Now the only thing I don’t really understand yet is how people color their art. idk, there’s all kinds of wild tricks out there that’s more than just spray darker color and then use the smudge tool. Some people use the “liquify” tool? I wonder how that works. Anyway, I care more about sketching and inking for the most part anyhoo. Color can be whatever, however. In any case, here we are, just waiting... waiting for the thing to ship.... hopefully I could have it by this time next week................!

[dailybiblelessons]

Tuesday: Reflection on the Twenty-fifth Sunday in Ordinary Time

Revised Common Lectionary Proper 20 Roman Catholic Proper 25

More information about the complementary and semi-continuous series is here: Which Series?

Complementary Hebrew Scripture from the Torah: Genesis 28:10-17

Jacob left Beer-sheba and went toward Haran. He came to a certain place and stayed there for the night, because the sun had set. Taking one of the stones of the place, he put it under his head and lay down in that place. And he dreamed that there was a ladder set up on the earth, the top of it reaching to heaven; and the angels of God were ascending and descending on it.¹ And the Lord stood beside him and said, “I am the Lord, the God of Abraham your father and the God of Isaac; the land on which you lie I will give to you and to your offspring; and your offspring shall be like the dust of the earth, and you shall spread abroad to the west and to the east and to the north and to the south; and all the families of the earth shall be blessed in you and in your offspring. Know that I am with you and will keep you wherever you go, and will bring you back to this land; for I will not leave you until I have done what I have promised you.” Then Jacob woke from his sleep and said, “Surely the Lord is in this place–and I did not know it!” And he was afraid, and said, “How awesome is this place! This is none other than the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven.”

Semi-continuous Hebrew Scripture Torah Lesson: Numbers 11:1-9

Now when the people complained in the hearing of the Lord about their misfortunes, the Lord heard it and his anger was kindled. Then the fire of the Lord burned against them, and consumed some outlying parts of the camp. But the people cried out to Moses; and Moses prayed to the Lord, and the fire abated. So that place was called Taberah, because the fire of the Lord burned against them.

The rabble among them had a strong craving; and the Israelites also wept again, and said, “If only we had meat to eat! We remember the fish we used to eat in Egypt for nothing, the cucumbers, the melons, the leeks, the onions, and the garlic; but now our strength is dried up, and there is nothing at all but this manna to look at.”

Now the manna was like coriander seed, and its color was like the color of gum resin. The people went around and gathered it, ground it in mills or beat it in mortars, then boiled it in pots and made cakes of it; and the taste of it was like the taste of cakes baked with oil. When the dew fell on the camp in the night, the manna would fall with it.

Complementary Psalm 106:1-12

Praise the Lord!  O give thanks to the Lord, for he is good;  for his steadfast love endures forever. Who can utter the mighty doings of the Lord,  or declare all his praise? Happy are those who observe justice,  who do righteousness at all times.

Remember me, O Lord, when you show favor to your people;  help me when you deliver them; that I may see the prosperity of your chosen ones,  that I may rejoice in the gladness of your nation,  that I may glory in your heritage.

Both we and our ancestors have sinned;  we have committed iniquity, have done wickedly. Our ancestors, when they were in Egypt,  did not consider your wonderful works; they did not remember the abundance of your steadfast love,  but rebelled against the Most High at the Red Sea. Yet he saved them for his name's sake,  so that he might make known his mighty power. He rebuked the Red Sea, and it became dry;  he led them through the deep as through a desert. So he saved them from the hand of the foe,  and delivered them from the hand of the enemy. The waters covered their adversaries;  not one of them was left. Then they believed his words;  they sang his praise.

Semi-continuous Psalm 119:97-104

Oh, how I love your law!  It is my meditation all day long. Your commandment makes me wiser than my enemies,  for it is always with me. I have more understanding than all my teachers,  for your decrees are my meditation. I understand more than the aged,  for I keep your precepts. I hold back my feet from every evil way,  in order to keep your word. I do not turn away from your ordinances,  for you have taught me. How sweet are your words to my taste,  sweeter than honey to my mouth! Through your precepts I get understanding;  therefore I hate every false way.

New Testament Epistle Lesson: Romans 16:17-20

I urge you, brothers and sisters, to keep an eye on those who cause dissensions and offenses, in opposition to the teaching that you have learned; avoid them. For such people do not serve our Lord Christ, but their own appetites, and by smooth talk and flattery they deceive the hearts of the simple-minded. For while your obedience is known to all, so that I rejoice over you, I want you to be wise in what is good and guileless in what is evil. The God of peace will shortly crush Satan under your feet. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you.

Year A Ordinary 25, RCL Proper 20, Catholic Proper 25 Tuesday

Bible verses from The New Revised Standard Version, copyright 1989 by the Division of Christian Education of the National Council of Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All right reserved. Selections from Revised Common Lectionary Daily Readings, copyright 1985 by the Consultation on Common Texts. Image Credit: Romans 16:20 created by Michael Gilbertson for The Lectionary Company from a public domain image of the soles of shoes with the addition of text using PhotoShop.

[historicalriches]

Spotlights || Part 6

Can you believe in the year of our lord?

2017?

I actually am still writing this????

Me either. 

I beta’d myself this chapter so probably there are gonna be errors somewhere but hot damn I have another +3k words after this I’m working on so this part is getting published now.

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Part 1 - Here

Part 2 - Here

Part 3 - Here

Part 4 - Here

Part 5 - Here

Part 6 - You Are Here!

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The portal closed behind him with a sense of finality. He was going to be here a while, and he knew it. Vlad took a moment to himself, to come to terms with the disaster that seemed to hit the two of them out of nowhere. No doubt his assets would be frozen, his companies would suffer as well, however he made an emergency plan long ago in order to protect them. If he were to become… less than favorable to the public then his position would fall to Daniel.

Not optimal, the boy didn’t know a single thing about the business world, but at least it would keep the poachers from trying to take the position of CEO for themselves.

“This is hell.” He breathed to himself before flying off towards the tower. The look on his face must have been a hell of a thing because any ghost even remotely in his way sped away the moment they saw him. It wasn’t too long before he found the tower, it shimmered into existence as soon as he hit the outskirts of the more populated areas of the zone. Clockwork was already waiting for him out front, looking rather frazzled to say the least. “Thank the stars you're back.”

Actually, frazzled didn’t cover it. Clockwork was a complete mess. It was as unnerving as the first time Vlad had seen him lose his composure. Vlad didn’t fear for his own safety in these rare moments of distress, but it did take a lot to get under the ghost’s skin. It reminded him just how serious this situation was, how close they had come to so much worse.

He wordlessly pulled the ghost into a hug. Clockwork hugged him back tightly, looking like he didn’t want to let go for the rest of all time.

But he had to.

Vlad had to run damage control and it was better to do it now, rather than later.

“Vlad...” The time ghost spoke softly.

“Mhm?”

“We need to get to work.”

“... I know.” He reluctantly let go. Where even to start? He and took out his cellphone and powered it on. It looked like he did receive service here.

Small blessings.

“Is there any advice you can give me or is it all rather muddled at this point?” He knew that Clockwork’s ability to see his future was getting worse and worse the longer they were together. Hopefully it wasn’t completely gone at this point.

“It's mostly a blur. Do call your lawyer first, I can’t be certain but timelines where you do feel a bit more positive.”

Vlad heaved a sigh as the floated inside. This was going to be a fun conversation to have.

Of course his lawyer picked up on the first ring, with everything going on it was to be expected.

“Vladimir Masters you have some explaining to do, and you better make it good.” The voice on the other side rang out quite clearly. Yeah, this was just going to be heaps of fun.

“This is the new burner phone, right Gregory?” Vlad confirmed before saying anything else. He had to cover his bases first and while he was confident in the man’s ability, he was also very aware that anyone with ties to him was most likely being monitored.

“No, I am completely incompetent and the Feds are listening to every word we say.” The sarcasm was palpable, but he finally relented. “Yes, and as far as I know they think you’re trapped in the rubble so they aren’t looking too closely at anyone else yet.”

“Oh how pleasant.” Nice to know they were thinking he was trapped or dead. “You really need to work on your attitude you know. As your boss I really should take offense to your tone.” Vlad replied lamely, not knowing what else he could say.

“Yeah? Find another lawyer in the world that would put up with your shit and then we’ll talk. Now explain. I wake up to see you not only have a boyfriend which, fine, that's easy to work with. Public favor is mostly on your side there, but give me a day before you go public with it so I have the right laws and protections on hand. Is that so much to ask?”

“No.. but-”

“I'm not done yet Masters.” Greg cut in before Vlad could get out another word. “Like I said the boyfriend thing is workable. But you went and broke a reporter’s nose. I want an official apology on that-”

He didn’t owe that shit biscuit an apology, he wasn’t sorry for that and he never would be!

“Wait just one-”

“When I am finished speaking. Now both of those are enough to give me a headache but then we have this… photo… of you and this ghost. This ghost that looks an awful lot like your boyfriend if he were… y’know, dead.”

“It's a bad photoshop.” Vlad said automatically.

“No it isn't. Negatives were provided and no alterations were evident.”

“Negatives… who the hell still uses film cameras?” Probably the same crazy bastard that climbed a story to get the shot Vlad guessed. Damn.

“Tell me the truth, I need to know all the facts so I can figure out how to turn this disaster into something I can defend.”

Vlad hesitated, then sighed.

“He's... a ghost.”

There was dead silence and then a long sigh. “Dude… what the fuck.”

“Language.”

“Language yourself you motherfucking spirit fucker. Out of all the bullshit you’ve made me put up with over the years this… this tops it all. You are paying me triple for this one and you are buying me a vacation home. One of those rich ones. In Hawaii.”

“Okay, triple pay and a fancy house, fine. I will send you the pin for the door-”

“For what door? The house is a pile of rubble.”

He had forgotten about that. Great.

“Okay go into the lab then.”

Clockwork, who had been very quiet up until this point raised an eyebrow. “You locked the po-”

“I know.”

“There's a couple thousand on the shelf next to the portal. That should hold you until it's safe for me to go get the rest.”

“Okay… let's get down to the finer points.”

“Alright.”

“Did you know the guy was a ghost?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know how damn difficult this is going to be considering your very public political stances?”

“Yes.” Oh he knew, he had been trying to quietly backtrack on some of the worst stuff but there wasn’t any way that was happening now.

“Right… so how serious is this?”

He knew that question was coming from a mile away but it still made him just a little peeved. If nothing else, then for Clockwork’s sake. He wouldn’t just up and leave the ghost over something like this.

“Very.” He finally answered.

“No likelihood of it breaking off?”

“No Greg. None whatsoever.” Vlad answered with a firm conviction in his tone.

“I had to ask.” There was a long sigh on the other end. “You make my job a goddamn nightmare Masters.”

“Okay… here’s what we do, play it from the angle that you have been in this relationship for a long time. Your stances against ghosts were an attempt to draw suspicion from your personal life. You draw up sympathy about how you had to hide your relationship and how yesterday was your first try at a proper date in public. Emotions were running high when you hit the reporter and we get that dismissed on a heat of the moment action.” By the sound of a pen scratching furiously on paper he was making notes for his own reference as he talked. “Some sleezy reporter then trespasses on your private property and took a picture of you when you were unaware. You are dismayed and hurt that someone would do that and you and… what's the spook’s name?” Vlad looked over to Clockwork with a frown. He had a reputation to keep up as well.

“Michael Mithra. That is the name we are using.” They already had enough to worry about without throwing ghost politics into the mix.

“Okay, Michael. Both of you need to release a statement. A press conference would be best but I’ll leave it up to your PR team. The press is fucking ravenous right now. You have internet wherever the hell you are?”

“Yes.” Clockwork answered before Vlad could question it.

“Alright. I'll announce that you will be updating people in an hour. You think you can keep the story straight?”

“Yes. It's doable… if rather cliche.”

“It's the best I can do. Give me some warning and you won't be stuck with such a piss poor cover.”

“Duly noted. I suppose we should be getting ready then. I will call you back on this phone after the meeting.”

“Just one more thing Vlad.”

“Hm?”

“Where are you hiding out?”

“The… ghost zone.”

“Of-fucking-course.”

End Part 6

Part 7 - Coming Soon! (No really it is this time!)

[abideinhope]

I have been seeing 11:11 EVERYWHERE and was wondering “what does 1111 mean spiritually?”

One day I was praying to the Lord, and when finished, I open my eyes and lifted my head, to see that the clock read exactly 11:11.

A little later I went to the market, and the total on my receipt was $11.11.

That afternoon while working in Photoshop, the dimensions of the photo had 1111 in them, (specifically 1411.11)

Then I ended up stuck in the Dallas traffic for an hour, staring at the license plate on the car in front of me, which also had a double 11.

When I finally got home, and ready for bed, I  heard a notification on my cell and turned to see that the time on my cell read exactly 11:11!

 Then when I crawled into bed and opened my laptop, I saw it AGAIN on Social Media (in the number of followers on one Instagram profile, then I clicked over to Facebook, to see a post that said it had 11 likes and 11 comments!

Finally I just bursted out in laughter! This had gone from a little weird, to down right CRAZY.

What was God trying to tell me?!?

    I decided to put “what does 11:11 mean spiritually” into the Google search engine, and THIS is what I found:

A website to a church in Australia called “Pour It Out Ministries” had been getting letters and emails from all over the world, asking about this strange phenomena, and so the staff there decided to fast and pray, and ask God what it all meant.

  excerpt from Pour It Out Ministries website: ”

Awakening, Wake Up Call, fresh spiritual awakening into more, supernatural favour and provision to take possession of promises, transition and alignment, revival.  God is bringing life to the dead things and places.  God is breathing encounters over you to WAKE YOU UP into spiritual clarity, fresh connected relationship with Him, and awakened sense of identity in God and your exciting eternal purpose. Isaiah 11:11   “In that day the Lord will reach out his hand a second time to reclaim the surviving remnant of his people…”   God is with his remnant. John 11:11   “After he had said this, he went on to tell them, “Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep; but I am going there to wake him up.”  Resurrection life, God of the impossible, AWAKENING Deut 11:11   “But the land you are crossing the Jordan to take possession of is a land of mountains and valleys that drinks rain from heaven.”

New authority and ownership, coming into promises, tasting promises, supernatural favour and provision where God leads 11 can mean transition and so a doubling of eleven can signify a season of intense shaking as things transition into the new. 11 also means alignment and so the shaking brings alignment to allow for awakening and revival.”

I continued to see NOT JUST the 11:11, but other number repeats like 1234.

    So I started to search out all the scripture verses, that had the numbers I was seeing in them, like I had read “Pour It Out Ministries” do, and THEN… I let the Lord lead.

  As the days, weeks and months passed, the strange phenomena continued, so I just accepted it as part of my interaction with God.

Now if I start seeing repeats of the same number, I just make a mental note of what I am thinking about when it occurs, then go into my next scripture study having that in mind.

The Lord has confirmed to me in our quiet place together, that He is guiding me to specific scripture, for a specific purpose; to give me deeper spiritual insight to what I’m going through, while CHANGING the way I think about the Lord, myself and the world around me.

It’s been a profound experience, and one that I’m not alone in.

Many Christians, from every corner of the globe are seeing the number repeats, and many of them are developing a more intimate relationship with the Lord through it.

Take a look at THIS online class by Pastor Bob Hamp, from Gateway Church, when he talks about experiencing this very thing and being lead to:

~Jeremiah 33:3 “Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.”

and then Pastor Hamp tells how he got a confirmation of what God was saying to him, later in a church service!

In this Freedom Class, he teaches on how to hear God, and then how to discern if it IS in fact God that’s trying to speak to you.

    I’ve come to understand and accept that God CAN and does speak to His children, in a variety of ways!

     ~Acts 2:17-18 “‘In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams. Even on my servants, both men and women, I will pour out my Spirit in those days, and they will prophesy.”

  My personal belief is that this is part of the OUT POURING of the Holy SPIRIT that the Lord talks about in His Word will occur in these very last, of The Last Days.

    He’s wooing His Bride, and communicating with us in many beautiful and creative ways! I encourage you to engage with Him more fully, and enjoy the experience!

    Blessings to each and every one of you!

And thank you for reading my blog.

Sincerely~Victoria 🙂

What Does 11:11 Mean Spiritually? I have been seeing 11:11 EVERYWHERE and was wondering “what does 1111 mean spiritually?” One day I was praying to the Lord, and when finished, I open my eyes and lifted my head, to see that the clock read exactly 11:11.

[queenlupitajones]

Dear God,

September 24, 2017

 Dear God,

Before I start ranting about the madness of the world, I want to thank you, for creating me, and for giving me instruments that helped me grow and turn into what I have become. Thank you for giving me friends who are true, even though there are only a few of them who remained as they are to me. And for giving me a family, who despite of poverty, nourished me with values and love that I could never yield from anyone or anything.

As a clear member of the Instagram generation, there are a lot of things that I wanted to share and a question that I want to gain an answer for. First things first, I want to confess to you my trespasses.

Bless me oh Lord, for I have sinned.

I cannot help that social issues fall short of the sugar and spice of social media. Akong sala, akong sala, akong dakong sala. What is an unwed mother being lectured on her promiscuity, and being humiliated in front of her family, compared to a hot-matte-scarlet-red-Kylie-Jenner-lipstick being sold on Instagram for only 100 pesos? Who is Leila de Lima and Janet Napoles beside the heavenly lingerie clad bodies of Victoria’s Secret Angels? How can photos of armed men and civilians lying cold and lifeless in a pool of blood in Marawi compete with the pain of seeing on Facebook the love of my life shacking up with some lipstick in tacky apparel?

God, I simply cannot give a carabao’s ass about my country when Zac Efron is shirtless on my iPad! Nor, move an eyelid if Lee Min Hoo is smiling at me with his dimples on.

Perhaps, I will always be labeled as an opinionated delinquent who parades around the wizened corridors with my squad, voices raised to awaken the cadavers in the Anatomy Laboratory. I will stand in righteous mortification as my English Professor berates me for texting in class, my red lips zipped shut as the cogs in my brain work to formulate a scathing Twitter status about that thoughtless, menopausal bitch who had viciously lashed out on my joy.

I will always be shallow; the dying hope of an osteoporotic motherland. I will be sent to a non-sectarian institution only to be sucked into an elitist culture that questions nothing. And I will be a loud and proud Donya Victorina, a pompous primadonna, and blame the generation who raised me for failing to inculcate the standard characteristics of a model Filipino youth: maka-Diyos, makatao, makabayan, makakalikasan.

Has social media taught me of the Instagram Generation to be less mindful of the excess, to normalize abundance in quantity over substantial quality? But isn’t that how it should be? The more lavish, the more likes. Money cannot buy me happiness, but it can give me Starbucks, Frappuccino, Krispy Kreme and J.Co doughnuts, and an orgasmic steak from TGI Friday’s. Money can be my VIP ticket to Taylor Swift, help her find a grave, and say “Look what you made me do.” And so what if I become the poster figure for capitalism?

Has material objectivity limited my critical thinking? But the intelligence and independence of the “I” is a dying breed of philosophy. There is nothing blind about my faith in a decrepit system of justice. Contrary to popular belief, my sweet, trusting Filipino nature will not be exploited by apparent messiahs raping our motherland on a daily basis—leaders and politicians are not analogous to criminals.

And sarcasm? I implore you, Father, to abandon the refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt!

You ask me: Where is social justice in the Age of the Katkat?

Bless me, dear Lord, for I have told her that there is no more seat for her in the River side canteen. The library is also full and so is Rodelsa Hall. I detest all my sins because I cannot Photoshop them; I dread the loss of heaven and the pains of hell. I firmly resolve to study more and Instagram less, to confess my sins, to do penance, and to amend my life. Amen.

P.S. Here’s my question, will I be forgiven?

 The sinner,

Nap

[eirosbraindump-blog]

BRAIN DUMP ENTRY #1

November 8, 2018

Thursday: around 10:30 in the morning

Hello, Joe!

It has been a long time since I called you that. Usually I would just slam words and feelings at you and have forgotten the reason why I named you Joe. i wanted to have someone whom I can always rely my stories to, and that is my journal, it is you Joe.

I wanted to have a friend whom I can trust the secrets of my life with, because as of now I don’t think I have one.

Side comment: Fuck, this is very unusual of me to do journaling early in the morning because most of the times I do this at night pero kailangan ko na magreflect. I need to do something productive because I think I’ve been wasting a lot of time.

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Around almost 7 in the pm. Lol haha. Whut???

OKAAAAAAY, so it’s basically NOV. 9, I got distracted by movie watching yesterday and left this one hanging. I’m such a fool. I haven’t done anything productive and I’m pissed off with myself because even journaling, di ko matapos tapos. Sooooo yesterday I just watched a couple of movies (not that important) and then drowned myself on the internet, AGAIN.

Thoughts raging, scribbled memories and fucked up mind. That is basically who I am right now. I don’t even know what to write. I got a lot of thoughts going on in here.

I made iced oreo coffee btw. I’m proud, though i still have to perfect it. but I’m proud. Hehe

So back to my magulong sarili, I watched a movie a while ago. Crazy Rich Asians. It’s a good movie though, while watching that I have a lot going on in my mind. First, I got jealous with the girl because how can she be that lucky! Like oh my gosh Rachel, u got a crazy rich man like that who really loves you and then you only gonna turn him down! She is really a strong woman btw. Nick’s family hates her and she just got along with it. SECOND, arrrgh that movie made me feel how single I am and it made me miss my fckin ex-boyfriend AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH. As much as I wanted to forget that asshole, I can’t. because you know what? He gave me two years of happiness that I can’t just forget, bet nobody can do that to me, even my family. Though I appreciate them, every moment of my life I’ve loved my family especially my parents. But there’s just something with Kiko that really made me who I am today. When I met him it was like I finally knew who I really am. I found myself you know? I learned so much for the past two years that I’ve known him. It taught me so much lesson. Life taught so much. I became to appreciate little things because of him. Although I know that we’re not that lowkey to everyone but our treatment, the way we treat each other is kami lang ang nakakaalam at kami lang ang nakakaramdam. Damn you, kiko. I loved you. I really did love you so much it came to the point that it broke my heart really bad. I still love you up until now though, but I don’t think I’m in the right position to love u like I loved you the way I did before.

Kani-kanina lang, I’ve watched a video about journaling, I forgot the name of the girl but there’s this one thing that she said that I can’t forget (though she just re-quoted it, she’s really not the one who said that, I think.) “Forgiveness is the way/road to Happiness.” I don’t think that I have completely moved on yet, I’d just lie to myself if I said that I already did, but I don’t know if I have completely forgave you, and I know that I have been a bitch at times to you (on social media) and to your girl. But that girl is really being a lowclass obsessive bitch she’s really like nagpaparinig sakin na parang mas affected pa siya kesa sating dalawa. Aarrrghh. I cant just be happy for you yet. You really broke my heart Ching. Anyways, as I was saying, that girl on the video also said to write a letter of forgiveness to someone because it will help yourself to freeload your bothering thoughts. So I decided to do that, not just now because I cant promise myself (yet) that I won’t get affected just by seeing your random jejemon-ish pic with the girl i-was-once-got-jealous-into-but-you-said-to-me-don’t-because-she’s-just-a-friend-who-turned-out-to-be-your-girlfriend-today together with you.

Aside from hating and loving my ex at the same time, I have more randomly important life-related thought still going into my head like: what am I going to be after graduation? because I never saw myself being an employee. I don’t know, whenever I think of what am I gonna be, I just see me walking with confidence together with high-fashioned business clothes with high heels and sunglasses inside a random office building. Maybe I’m gonna be a ceo or something. Haha. And then there’s this purpose chorvaness of me. like, what is really my purpose in life ba? What is my actual calling? Am I gonna be like this forever?

Eiro, you know yourself better than anyone else. I can see who am I on the inside, but theres this one thing that I can’t see that people can see: who am I on the outside. Let me give you an example kung gaano kagulo ang personality ko (idk if personality is the right term but. . .) 1. Before sembreak came, I was like ‘oh I should do something productive on sembreak, like I should re-learn photoshop, read books, learn something new and blablabla.’ Some of that happened syempre kasi I was in the urge of reconstructing and discovering me diba? I re-learned Photoshop but I stopped when I got proud of the first project that I made. I didn’t even bother continuing the second project. And then I read a book naman although–haha, I stopped, I don’t know why pero gabi ko kasi binasa yun tapos kinabukasan I didn’t bother to touch it. I cant say that it’s the same old eiro kasi di naman ako ganito dati. You know what? I’ll be harsh to myself, I became a fucking ningas cugon na!

(break muna nandito na parent ko hehe)

Bello. It’s NOV 13 na and I can’t even get this fucking done. It’s around almost 10:30PM so maybe I’ll be like medj sabaw na hahahaha. But I need to get this done you know?

So many things have had happened this past days. Im afraid that my parents are losing their sparks for each other, and I don’t want to let that just fade, so I always make a way to remind them the reason why they stayed at each other’s side. My mum can be stubborn sometimes and my dad is a big pain in the head. Theyre both a pain in the head.

My relationship with kiko is a big blessing in disguise. Yung mga lesson na natutunan ko is naapply ko sa mga magulang ko. And I’m proud of what I did to both of them. I have so many problems in life and I don’t want my family to be one of them. Aside from my friends, sila na lang ang pinagkukunan ko ng lakas at ayoko naman na pati sila ay maging dahilan ng pagsuko ko. Lord please give me strength.

My parents are okay now. I guess the advices that i gave to them works. I love them so much and it hurts me whenever I see them into cold war.

So yesterday, I have this kwento. I dreamt of kiko. I dont want to forget that dream kaya I immediately get my phone and wrote down what happened. Here’s what I wrote:

“11/12/18 4:47am grudgy and sleepy. but idon wanna forget this dream that i had. i meed to write this i had a dream i was with kiko we are on the fx daw and we were standing i know right haha basta fx yun you know dreams are weird sa pagkakaalam ko we were going to sm north edsa and i was hugging him while standing. and he keeps giving me forehead kisses. puta namiss ko yun. pero may isa akong nagawang mali, binitawan ko siya. kumalas ako sa pagkakayakap sa kanya sa kadahilanang majudge ng mundo. were fckin doing pda on that ride. i hate myself for that. binitawan ko siya pota (nakuha tuloy ng iba). then i woke up. Lord, please stop giving me dreams like that. iniisip ko tuloy na sign siya or something. lalo po akong umaasa. please sana yung nangyari po na yun panaginip na lang na habang tumatagal nakakalimutan. i am happy Lord kasi having a relationship with kiko taught me so many lessons that i can say i already applied to some. i see it as a blessing in disguise. pero, how long will i keep hurting Lord?  -your broken daughter,Eiro.“

Yeah, I kinda forgot that ganyan pala yung mga sinulat ko.

Kiko having a girlfriend is a big slap on my face. I think I lowkey gonna accept pa if he broke up with me just to save the relationship, kaso hindi eh. Pinagpalit ako friend. Agad! Alam mo ba yung feeling na parang wala ka ng karapatan na mag selos at mangamusta man lang sa kanya kahit gusto mo kasi alam mong may nagmamayari na sa kanya? Yung parang ang only choice mo na lang is mag move on at parang wala ka na sa lugar masaktan? Though I’m really moving on, may mga times lang na pagdumadating yung mga dates na  ay kinalaman sa kanya is biglang bumabalik lahat ng sakit. All I have to do is wait for that day to be over. And it is so dumb of me because I didn’t even noticed that 4 fucking months have passed and the pain that I am feeling is the same like it just happened yesterday.

Anyways, you know I really need to stop talking about them no? kasi it’s bad for a moving on Eiro.

So It’s almost 11pm and this time is way passed my sleeping time. I just got a lot of brain dump going on that I need to write or else I think I’ll get crazy.

Kinakamusta ko lang naman yung sarili ko and I just really wanted to finsh this entry. And also I am requiring myself to reflect weekly, if not, monthly. Just so I see my improvements and how far I’ve come.

Another side story or cause di ko lang maisingit sa iba hahahah. I am so much thankful for my friends. They really helped me cope up with my problems and helped me get up in my broken situations.

And oh my gosh, nakakainis pala kasi Kiko is using our slangs when we were still a couple sa new gf niya. Like omg ang lame lang at nakakainis kasi. Di ko maexpress through sulat yung nararamdamn ko pero its like a big “PUTANGINA BAKIT?” to my face.

I know bashing them and ranting here are useless, pero kasi it helps me cope up with my problem. Kailangan ko lang mailabas to and to let myself believe that I’m the better one. Friends also said to me that the best revenge is to show them that you are not affected kasi pag pinakita mong apektado ka, ikaw yung talo. And to show kiko that you improved and that youre even happy without him is the best that you can give to him and to yourself.

Girl, I. AM. SERVING!!!

You got served mf a-hole together with your bitch! Jk I still care for you, Ching.

Oh right, shit. With these raging thoughts and feelings, I really need to write a letter to Kiko. Di nga lang yung letter of forgiveness hehe.

So I think that’s it for today, I still have a lot going on though. Hehe

- Confused Rose

[mrlnsfrt]

Spiritual Warfare

The Impostor

Many of you may be familiar with the story of Frank Abagnale. Maybe not with his name but perhaps with the movie about his life entitled Catch Me If You Can which was based on a book of the same name, or perhaps you are a big fan of the Broadway musical based on the movie.

Frank William Abagnale Jr. (born April 27, 1948) is an American security consultant known for his history as a former confidence trickster, check forger, and impostor between the ages of 15 and 21 years old. He became one of the most famous impostors ever,[1] claiming to have assumed no fewer than eight identities, including an airline pilot, a physician, a U.S. Bureau of Prisons agent, and a lawyer. He escaped from police custody twice (once from a taxiing airliner and once from a U.S. federal penitentiary), before he was 21 years old.[2] He served less than five years in prison before starting to work for the federal government. He is currently a consultant and lecturer for the FBI academy and field offices. He also runs Abagnale & Associates, a financial fraud consultancy company. (full Wikipedia article here)

Do we ever behave like Frank?

Do we ever pretend to be someone we are not?

Maybe we would not consider ourselves impostors, but would our wives, our kids, our close relatives accuse us of being hypocrites? Do we perhaps pretend to be better than we are? Maybe we have been pretending so long we have begun to believe our own lie. 

If I could have a dollar for every time someone has told me that Christians are hypocrites, I would be a very wealthy man. But I do not believe that this problem is unique to Christians. We live in a world where people carefully edit and photoshop their lives sharing the best moments of their lives or portraying their lifestyle a being much superior to what it really is.

We want to project a certain personal image. We are afraid of people seeing our flaws. We perhaps fear rejection is someone knew us for who we really are.

How do these lies affect our relationship with God?

Many of us get so used to portraying a reality that is augmented or carefully edited that we end up trying to do the same in our spiritual life. We try to look holier than we are. We approach God but we don't completely open ourselves to Him, lest He see us for who we really are and stop loving us. Perhaps we would never say this out loud, but how often do we have parts of our lives that we try to hide from God or behave as if He didn't know?

Blessed are

Jesus begins the sermon on the mount with the Beatitudes, and He begins the beatitudes by saying,

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven." Matthew 5:3 ESV

Out of all the ways that Jesus could have begun this great sermon, He decides to begin with a blessing for those who are poor in spirit. Jesus began by saying those who recognize their poverty have a special blessing! And what a blessing it is! Jesus says "for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."  

Unless we recognize we are poor in spirit we miss out on the blessing. The kingdom of heaven belongs to those who look at themselves and realize they are poor in spirit. Those who look at themselves and realize they desperately need God.

Unless we recognize our constant need of God we are doomed to fall short of what our lives could be if we would only turn to Him and allow Him to do for us what we can never do for ourselves. 

War

As long as we are fighting using our own strength we are bound to lose. When we lie about our spiritual situation we become trapped by our lies.

You are of your father the devil, and your will is to do your father's desires. He was a murderer from the beginning, and does not stand in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks out of his own character, for he is a liar and the father of lies. - John 8:44 ESV (Bold mine)

We need to understand that there is a war for our souls. Jesus contrasts Himself with the enemy (thief) saying, 

The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.  - John 10:10 ESV

Jesus wants us to have life, and have it even more abundantly. But for that, we have to come to Him. We don't make our lives more abundant, Jesus does that for us. We must also be aware that there is an enemy who is seeking to kill and destroy

For though we walk in the flesh, we are not waging war according to the flesh. For the weapons of our warfare are not of the flesh but have divine power to destroy strongholds. We destroy arguments and every lofty opinion raised against the knowledge of God, and take every thought captive to obey Christ,  - 2 Corinthians 10:3-5 ESV

This war that is going on is not a regular war and is not fought with physical weapons, guns, grenades, etc. Interestingly in Ephesians Paul mentions the one offensive weapon we have in this war.

Stand therefore, having fastened on the belt of truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and, as shoes for your feet, having put on the readiness given by the gospel of peace. In all circumstances take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming darts of the evil one; and take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God, praying at all times in the Spirit, with all prayer and supplication. To that end, keep alert with all perseverance, making supplication for all the saints, and also for me, that words may be given to me in opening my mouth boldly to proclaim the mystery of the gospel, for which I am an ambassador in chains, that I may declare it boldly, as I ought to speak. - Ephesians 6:14-20 ESV (bold mine)

I realize I shared 6 verses when I could have shared only verse 17 (and take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God,). But I really believe that the context is very important. Paul is dealing with warfare, he is describing armor, and the only offensive weapon available to the Christian is the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God!

Think about it, this is what Jesus used when tempted by Satan in the wilderness. You can read the full account on Matthew 4, but it is worth highlighting how Jesus responded to each temptation by saying "it is written." Jesus used Scriptures to fight temptation and He won the victory over Satan, using only what is available to us, the word of God!

So Jesus said to the Jews who had believed him, “If you abide in my word, you are truly my disciples, and you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” - John 3:31-32 ESV

We get caught up in lies and begin to search for something to guide us. So many are wondering, groping in the darkness for truth, for a sense of direction, in bondage to sin and addictions. God's word is available to us, it is the truth and it sets us free! 

When praying to the Father Jesus said,

"Sanctify them in the truth; your word is truth." John 17:17 ESV 

Sometimes we are waiting around for magic to happen and all this time God is pointing us to His word. Sometimes we are ignorant, and too many times it is due to spiritual laziness. We don't make the effort to familiarize ourselves with the word of God, the truth that sanctifies us and sets us free.

Making it Practical

Okay, now that we have all those Bible verses and all have taken care of all that theory, what does this look like in action?

How do I make this work in my life?

I am glad you asked.

When you find yourself struggling, feeling down or depressed, identify the lie from Satan that is causing you to feel this way.

Reject it in the name of Jesus.

And replace it with God's truth as found in His word.

For example: 

When you feel worthless and like you can't do anything right. Reject that thought as a lie from Satan being whispered in your ear. Now replace that lie with a truth from God's word, such as:

For we are God's masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago. Ephesians 2:10 New Living Translation

When you feel abandoned and forgotten by the whole world. When you feel like no one in the universe cares. Reject that as a lie of Satan, and replace it with a truth from God found in the Bible.

“Can a woman forget her nursing child,     that she should have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget,     yet I will not forget you. - Isaiah 49:15 ESV

When you love Jesus but feel like you are the worst sinner in the world, like you will never be good enough. Claim

There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. Romans 8:1 ESV

I think you are getting the idea by now. Make a list of your favorite Bible promises. There are many lists available online. There is a list of Bible verses that help you understand your true value here. But remember, these lists are not exhaustive. I would like to encourage you to search, to read, and to compile your own lists.

Placing yourself in the Scriptures

Sometimes the wording of the Bible can feel distant and impersonal. We may understand intellectually the truth but it lacks the emotional impact that we could use at times. One way to make Bible promises more personal is to place yourself in the text. 

For example:

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places, even as he chose us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and blameless before him. In love he predestined us for adoption to himself as sons through Jesus Christ, according to the purpose of his will, to the praise of his glorious grace, with which he has blessed us in the Beloved. In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace, which he lavished upon us, in all wisdom and insight making known to us the mystery of his will, according to his purpose, which he set forth in Christ as a plan for the fullness of time, to unite all things in him, things in heaven and things on earth. - Ephesians 1:3-10 ESV

Above we have a beautiful section from scriptures. But Paul's theological language can make this text feel cold, distant, and impersonal. Paul is not doing anything wrong, its just that we don't talk or think in this language.

But notice what happens when I change the "us" to "me." I am not changing the theological meaning of the text, I am just taking this Bible truth and making it very personal. That fact that Paul wrote "us" just means that each one of us, can read that text and be included. All of us, believers, who read it can say "me." 

Here is what it would look like.

Blessed be the God and Father of my Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed me in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places, even as he chose me in him before the foundation of the world, that I should be holy and blameless before him. In love he predestined me for adoption to himself as sons (daughters) through Jesus Christ, according to the purpose of his will, to the praise of his glorious grace, with which he has blessed me in the Beloved. In him I have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of my trespasses, according to the riches of his grace, which he lavished upon me, in all wisdom and insight making known to me the mystery of his will, according to his purpose, which he set forth in Christ as a plan for the fullness of time, to unite all things in him, things in heaven and things on earth.

The same text now has a different emotional impact. 

Let's do this with one of my favorite verses in the Bible.

31 What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? 32 He who did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, how will he not also with him graciously give us all things? 33 Who shall bring any charge against God's elect? It is God who justifies. 34 Who is to condemn? Christ Jesus is the one who died—more than that, who was raised—who is at the right hand of God, who indeed is interceding for us. 35 Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword? 36 As it is written,

“For your sake we are being killed all the day long;     we are regarded as sheep to be slaughtered.”

37 No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.38 For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, 39 nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. - Romans 8:31-39 ESV

Now making it personal

What then shall I say to these things? If God is for me, who can be against me? He who did not spare His own Son but gave Him up for me, how will He not also with Him graciously give me all things? Who shall bring any charge against God's elect (me)? It is God who justifies. Who is to condemn? Christ Jesus is the One who died—more than that, who was raised—who is at the right hand of God, who indeed is interceding for me. Who shall separate me from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword? As it is written,

“For your sake we are being killed all the day long;     we are regarded as sheep to be slaughtered.”

No, in all these things I am more than a conqueror through Him who loved me. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate me from the love of God in Christ Jesus my Lord.

This is one way to apply God's word, His truth, to my daily life. This is a way to take what can be an abstract theological notion and make it a practical truth that has an emotional impact on my life.

The Bible tells us that the word of God is alive. 

For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart. - Hebrews 4:12 ESV

The word of God is not only alive it judges us, so I believe it is important to read it personally allowing it to have its full impact on our lives. We should read the Bible not only for abstract theological thoughts but also for the very real impact that theology ought to have in our daily lives. Right now I am focusing on the positive and encouraging portions of the Bible, but we ought to read the challenging parts similarly (love my enemies etc.)

An example of a passage that challenges us to grow spiritually is Psalm 139. The whole Psalm is amazing but I'll focus on the last couple of verses here.

 Search me, O God, and know my heart!     Try me and know my thoughts!  And see if there be any grievous way in me,     and lead me in the way everlasting! - Psalm 139:23-24 ESV

For this passage I don't have to make any changes to the wording, it was originally written in a very personal way.

Praying Through Scriptures

This exercise of placing ourselves in Scripture is even more powerful when we pray those Scriptures. When we take God's promises as found in His word and claim them in prayer it revolutionizes our prayer life. We may not always know how to pray but that's okay. We don't have to be good at prayer, we just have to show up. 

Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words. And he who searches hearts knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God.  - Romans 8:26-27 ESV 

When we pray, God Himself helps us. We just need to show up and begin to pray and God will handle the rest. 

Get a prayer journal, a notebook where you write down the passages of the Bible that speak to your heart. Write down the Bible verses that bless you. Write down how God has answered your prayers, keep an account of the blessings received. If Jesus memorized Scriptures and used them to fight temptation shouldn't we?

An example of a great passage to pray over your kids, spouse, friends, or anyone who is struggling is found in Ephesians 3.

For this reason I bow my knees before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth is named, that according to the riches of his glory he may grant you to be strengthened with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith—that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.

Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen. Ephesians 3:14-21 ESV

[suckitsurveys]

Have you ever wanted a Nikon camera? Or do you have one already? No. When someone sneezes, do you say “Bless you,” or “God Bless you?” I usually don’t say anything actually. Do you ever look at someone cute, and automatically make a move? First, I am married so the only moves I am making are with my husband. Second, if I were single, I would definitely not do that because that is really forward and would probably make that person uncomfortable af. How many times have you been to Wal-Mart/K-Mart in the past week? Zero. I rarely go to either. I haven’t been to a K-Mart since I was a kid.

What are two things you are excited to do in the near future? The Dells trip and possibly seeing Lorde in March.

Have you ever seen the movie A Walk to Remember? Cliche’ or worth watching? If you’re into that sort of thing, whatever. Do you ever put condoms in old people’s buggies at the store? I’m not 12. Name one reason you go to a pharmacy regularly for? To pick up medicine. What radio station could you not resist turning it to in the vehicle? I always turn on Kiss FM in the mornings. Do you live in a house, apartment, or another type of arrangement? Apartment. Do you wear sweaters in the winter or hoodies, more often? Both. Are you kind of a loner? Do you like being alone? Yes and no. Are you one of those people who like to spell out numbers? Sometimes.

Do you have any dirty inside jokes with your top four friends? Sure. Is there an animal in the room with you right now? What kind? Nope.

What is one actor or actress that you can’t stand to watch at all? Eh. Did you or do you still have a Furby? Was/is it annoying? I had one. I loved it. What’s one event your town has that you don’t like to participate in? Oh god, a lot of them. Are any of your siblings married? What are their spouse’s names? Yes, my sister. Her husband’s name is Satan. Are you a picky eater? What’s one food you refuse to eat? I’m not at all. I refuse to eat veal, though. Do you hate nosy people who ask too many personal questions? I do surveys on a daily basis, dude. Name one lyric from the song you’re listening to/the last one you listened? I’m not listening to music. Do you have a fax machine? Do you ever use it anyways? Nope. Does your kitchen table have placemats? If so, what colors are on them? Nope. Do you know how to sew? What’s your favorite thing to sew? I do but I haven’t in a long time. Have you ever owned a turtle? Did it ever bite you when you owned it? I haven’t. Does your father have any creepy or scary friends you don’t like? No. Who was the last person (if anyone) you said Happy Birthday to? Randal. Lana Del Rey sang Happy Birthday Mr. President at her show and I changed the “Mr. President” part to “Dear Randal” haha. Do you have Photoshop? If so, how often a day do you use it? I don’t think so. What color are the walls in the room you’re in right now? White, with a purple feature wall. Do you enjoy it when your school has drills? (ex/fire or tornado drill?) I hated drills as a kid. Do you watch any shows that you know your parents wouldn’t approve of? I’m 28. Do you have any siblings who still believe in Santa, and are over age ten? No. What color were the last pair of headphones/earphones you bought? White. Do people call you a big mouth sometimes? Or more than sometimes? Nope. What is the scariest movie you’ve seen in your life? How long ago was this? I don’t know, I don’t watch very many scary movies.

[abideinhope]

I have been seeing 11:11 EVERYWHERE and was wondering “what does 1111 mean spiritually?”

One day I was praying to the Lord, and when finished, I open my eyes and lifted my head, to see that the clock read exactly 11:11.

A little later I went to the market, and the total on my receipt was $11.11.

That afternoon while working in Photoshop, the dimensions of the photo had 1111 in them, (specifically 1411.11)

Then I ended up stuck in the Dallas traffic for an hour, staring at the license plate on the car in front of me, which also had a double 11.

When I finally got home, and ready for bed, I  heard a notification on my cell and turned to see that the time on my cell read exactly 11:11!

 Then when I crawled into bed and opened my laptop, I saw it AGAIN on Social Media (in the number of followers on one Instagram profile, then I clicked over to Facebook, to see a post that said it had 11 likes and 11 comments!

Finally I just bursted out in laughter! This had gone from a little weird, to down right CRAZY.

  What was God trying to tell me?!?

    I decided to put “what does 11:11 mean spiritually” into the Google search engine, and THIS is what I found:

A website to a church in Australia called “Pour It Out Ministries” had been getting letters and emails from all over the world, asking about this strange phenomena, and so the staff there decided to fast and pray, and ask God what it all meant.

  excerpt from Pour It Out Ministries website: ”

Awakening, Wake Up Call, fresh spiritual awakening into more, supernatural favour and provision to take possession of promises, transition and alignment, revival.  God is bringing life to the dead things and places.  God is breathing encounters over you to WAKE YOU UP into spiritual clarity, fresh connected relationship with Him, and awakened sense of identity in God and your exciting eternal purpose. Isaiah 11:11   “In that day the Lord will reach out his hand a second time to reclaim the surviving remnant of his people…”   God is with his remnant. John 11:11   “After he had said this, he went on to tell them, “Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep; but I am going there to wake him up.”  Resurrection life, God of the impossible, AWAKENING Deut 11:11   “But the land you are crossing the Jordan to take possession of is a land of mountains and valleys that drinks rain from heaven.”

New authority and ownership, coming into promises, tasting promises, supernatural favour and provision where God leads 11 can mean transition and so a doubling of eleven can signify a season of intense shaking as things transition into the new. 11 also means alignment and so the shaking brings alignment to allow for awakening and revival.”

I continued to see NOT JUST the 11:11, but other number repeats like 1234.

    So I started to search out all the scripture verses, that had the numbers I was seeing in them, like I had read “Pour It Out Ministries” do, and THEN… I let the Lord lead.

  As the days, weeks and months passed, the strange phenomena continued, so I just accepted it as part of my interaction with God.

Now if I start seeing repeats of the same number, I just make a mental note of what I am thinking about when it occurs, then go into my next scripture study having that in mind.

The Lord has confirmed to me in our quiet place together, that He is guiding me to specific scripture, for a specific purpose; to give me deeper spiritual insight to what I’m going through, while CHANGING the way I think about the Lord, myself and the world around me.

It’s been a profound experience, and one that I’m not alone in.

Many Christians, from every corner of the globe are seeing the number repeats, and many of them are developing a more intimate relationship with the Lord through it.

Take a look at THIS online class by Pastor Bob Hamp, from Gateway Church, when he talks about experiencing this very thing and being lead to:

~Jeremiah 33:3 “Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.”

and then Pastor Hamp tells how he got a confirmation of what God was saying to him, later in a church service!

In this Freedom Class, he teaches on how to hear God, and then how to discern if it IS in fact God that’s trying to speak to you.

    I’ve come to understand and accept that God CAN and does speak to His children, in a variety of ways!

     ~Acts 2:17-18 “‘In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams. Even on my servants, both men and women, I will pour out my Spirit in those days, and they will prophesy.”

My personal belief is that this is part of the OUT POURING of the Holy SPIRIT that the Lord talks about in His Word will occur in these very last, of The Last Days.

He’s wooing His Bride, and communicating with us in many beautiful and creative ways! I encourage you to engage with Him more fully, and enjoy the experience!

Blessings to each and every one of you!

And thank you for reading my blog.

Sincerely~Victoria 🙂

What Does 11:11 Mean Spiritually I have been seeing 11:11 EVERYWHERE and was wondering "what does 1111 mean spiritually?" One day I was praying to the Lord, and when finished, I open my eyes and lifted my head, to see that the clock read exactly 11:11.