#literally sacrificing my new born and praying it works out

[icantspellthings]

DeForest Kelley » Fear in the Night (1947)

[pocketramblr]

AU where kid AFO tries to summon a powerful demon to kill his parents but he ends up summoning a young and still learning the ropes demon his age named Yoichi.

Lol so the reverse of this one fun

Hajime watched the summoning circle. The imp was shifting, melting into a bright human form. It's light and smoke faded, and suddenly a boy with an impossibly bright green eye was staring at him.

The demon's form was far from intimidating. Hajime wondered if it was to lure foolish summoners into underestimating it, trick them into breaking the circle.

"Why did you summon me?" The demon asked. His voice felt familiar. Eerie, a good touch.

"I want to make a deal."

The demon blinked. "What?"

"A pact, oath? I give you something, you do something for me."

"What am I supposed to do for you?" The demon sounded confused.

"Well, to start with, I want my parents dead."

The demon's mouth dropped open. "You- what?"

"Oh, you can collect both of their souls, if you want them."

The demon stared.

Hajime waved his hand to catch his attention. "Do you take souls?" He'd read about that in the Demon Lord versus Captain Hero comics- some special issue where the hero had almost been sacrificed.

"I mean, I guess, technically, we do?" The demon said it like it was a question. "Do you... know what I am?"

"A demon, I hope. Why, are there different types? Do I need to summon a soul eating one?"

"No, you don't need to do that. But, you know, demons punish sinners. You know that, right?"

"Oh, I don't care how you punish them. As long as they're gone."

The demon went from looking confused to something Hajime hated- pity. "Do they hurt you?"

Hajime shrugged. "Sometimes. What's that matter? Does it factor into how you kill them?"

"I'm not going to kill them! I'm going to help you." The demon shook his head, white hair flicking back and forth. "Look- I'm just interning in Hell this semester, but if I tell my supervisor I'm sure-"

"You're an intern?" Hajime had to ask, then quickly, "Hell has interns?"

"Um, yes?"

"Are they unpaid internships?" That would at least make a little more sense.

"I mean, I guess, we don't really have a currency system like humans do. We pick jobs we like and are good at, after studying and finding who we work best with, and are sustained in a way similar to a plant in sunlight. I'm interning in Hell because you're supposed to try everything, but really I'm more excited to try some of the Angel corps next decade, being a guardian sounds really cool and- are you still listening?"

Hajime was not, as he was considering that an intern was probably a pathetically weak demon who could not give him what he wanted, no matter how many souls he offered.

"Could I summon a more powerful demon to kill my parents?" He asked instead.

The demon's face fell.

"No." He said, very slowly. "You haven't lived long enough- humans get more powerful over their lives. You could probably summon someone at the level of my manager when you're, oh, fifty? But! I can absolutely tell them about your parents now, we can get someone to help you."

"How long would it take for me to be able to summon, like, a demon lord?"

"A... lord?" The demon repeated.

Oh right, he was an intern. So they probably called them... "A demon CEO?"

"Oh. Well, I guess the demon equivalent would be... It'd take you about 500 years."

"So I need to survive for five centuries." Hajime frowned. "Is there a lower level demon I could get that much longevity out of?"

"You're better off praying for a miracle." The demon boy answered plainly. "Oh, well- no."

"Well what?"

"It wouldn't matter- but, um, have you humans been noticing any strange things lately?"

Hajime stared at him. There were a lot of strange things. Like- oh. "Is living in Hell that literally under a rock? Yeah, I heard the news about the UBC pattern found, the meta-humans. Why?"

"It doesn't matter. Some humans might be born with such long lifespans now because of the- what did you call them? Meta? But you don't have a longevity one, so." The demon shrugged.

"Could I make a deal for one?"

"You don't need to, you've already got one." The demon blinked, then covered his mouth with a gasp. "Oh, I have no idea if I'm allowed to say that or not!"

"I... have a meta-power?"

The demon nodded, but kept the hands over his mouth.

"So you know where meta-powers come from. Did someone else make a deal?"

"No deals." The demon sighed, dropping his hand. "I'm not sure where you got that idea from anyway. But, I know my manager was talking to the circle's secretary about the new human powers. They thought it was from the Plague Department but she said it wasn't, she thought it was the Miracles Office and so... yeah, I'm not sure." He shrugged. "Can I... go, now?"

"No, I have more questions." He didn't, actually, but he had to stay in control of the demon summoning situation. "So, you say you don't make deals, but you can be summoned."

"Yeah, how did you even figure out how to summon me?"

"Comic book."

The demon tilted his head, interested. "Can you show me?"

Hajime didn't turn his back as he moved to get the issue from his pile, carefully handing it over so his arm didn't pass the circle around the demon.

The demon studied the panel with a hum, then began to flip through the other pages.

He kept reading. After a while, Hajime felt ignored.

He got an idea, and shifted back a little.

"Are you done looking at it?" He asked. "Be careful with it, I don't have the money to buy many of my own issues, so..."

The demon looked up, then nodded. "Right, sorry- here." He handed it back; in doing so, his hand had to pass a bit farther to reach where Hajime was, and it crossed the circle.

Hajime grabbed his hand, not the comic, and tugged him out.

"Hey!" The demon yelped, stumbling out of the circle. "What was that for?"

Instead of answering, Hajime clipped a bracelet of twisted metal wire around the demon's wrist.

"I was right." He said, carefully kicking and ruining the summoning circle. "That circle protects both of us. I would have been in your power if I went inside, and now you're in mine because you're outside. But the bracelet will keep you from having to go back to Hell."

The demon stared at him, then his wrist, then at him again.

"You aren't letting me go back?"

"You want to go back to Hell? To being an unpaid intern?" Hajime asked, pitching his voice up. "That awful place where they torture people? After you offered to help me?"

"Um, I'm really fine there, and it's only- no, wait. You were trying to help me too?" The demon squinted at him.

It didn't have much effect, half hidden behind the curtain of hair. This imp really was naive, it was almost cute.

"You're the only one who was nice to me, why wouldn't I?"

"Do you... have any friends?"

Hajime shook his head.

"Oh. Wow. Ok, there's a lot going on there. Um." The demon sighed. "Look, I want to help you, but I guess if you want me to stay a bit, maybe I could find out more about your parents, then take back word and bring it to the attention of someone who can do more?"

"Sure!" Hajime said with every intention of arguing that 'a bit' could mean '490 years', from a certain point of view.

This demon was too valuable to let him get away, not with his knowledge of meta-powers and other demons, plus his apparent desire towards aiding his summoner. Maybe that was part of the summoning too.

"We can go to the comic store- the library is still under reconsruction from the last riot- and look at whatever issues you want. My dad won't leave the house until six but any time after five Mom probably won't notice you sneaking in. Oh! We could tell people you're my little brother if you asked, I think we could pull it off." Hajime scooped up the comic book and pressed it into the demon's hand so he wouldn't keep messing with his circle cuff.

"What?"

"Let's go! Oh, right, what's your name?"

"I don't think I should tell you..."

"Fine, then I'll just call you little brother until you do." Hajime decided.

"Um, what's your name?"

He began to start tugging the demon to move, but paused. "You know I have a meta-power just by looking, but you don't know my name?"

"Names are different." the demon stressed, but let himself be pulled along.

Well that certainly explained the reluctance to share his.

"You can call me big brother, and I'll tell you mine when you tell me yours." Hajime decided. "Now come on, we're burning daylight."

He could figure out the killing-his-parents plan another day. For now, he needed to work on this development.

[without-you-iam-undone]

Hello & Welcome to my new series: Unhinged AUs

Today's pairing: All For The Game x The Locked Tomb

I'm basically just putting the AFTG characters into TLT so hee hee

If you haven't read The Locked Tomb, it's basically a pair of people from each of the 8 planets (Venus - Pluto) send a necromancer & cavalier (knight) to the House of God (Mercury) where they will learn the secrets to becoming his new disciples. It's insane because (SPOILER), in order to ascend to God-adjacent-hood the necromancer basically has to consume the soul of their cavalier. This makes it so that the necromancer's soul can leave the body while the cavalier's soul protects it. There's so much more to it than that but I'm just not gonna explain :) From here on out, there will be TLT spoilers.

Neil: Necromancer of the 9th house, adopted Reverend Son Andrew: Cavalier of the 9th house, Neil's homoerotic rival, actual child of the royal family Aaron: another failed necromancer from the royal family. Joins the army instead to prove his worth. Nicky: still their cousin, little necromantic talent & no interest in training

Riko: Necromancer of the 2nd House, only important bc Ichirou did not display necromantic talent (he went on to be a very important general & works very closely w/ God so he's still the pride of his house), raised by his Uncle Kevin: Cavalier of the 2nd house, born in the 6th house and displayed necromantic talent in psychometry but never told anyone about it, Riko's pet

The story would go a lil something like this:

Just like in TLT canon, the 9th house would be running out of options and desperate for a necromantic heir so they sacrifice 200 children & attempt to harvest the energy to ensure a child with necromantic capabilities. This time, though, it fails and twins Andrew & Aaron a born. It's a devastating blow to the royal family because they sacrificed literally every other child (except Nicky) for this.

About a year after this, a tiny spaceship crashes into the surface and inside is wittle Neil. As the only other child on the planet, he gets taken in and they raise him to do chores and shit. The plot twist comes when, around the age of like 6 or 7, Neil gets in a fight with Crux (the Marshal of the 9th House) and accidentally raises a skeleton. A FULL SKELETON! UNTRAINED! It falls apart as soon as he realizes what he's done bc it was raised in anger but that's more than anything the twins could do.

After much internal debate, Neil is officially adopted as the Reverend Son and the twins are just kind of... there. Both of them feel useless and start training with Aiglamene (Captain of the Guard) so that they can make something of themselves.

Fast forward to the twins being like 20 and Neil is 19. Aaron has left the 9th House to become a soldier in God's war. They never hear from him again. The letter comes in requesting the presence of the House's necro & cav so Andrew gets appointed as Neil's and off they go to the House of God. The two of them have hated each other all their lives, fighting each other tooth and nail over every last thing but they have their single dark secret.

Much like Harrow in TLT, a couple years after Neil is adopted, Andrew attempts to commit sewerslide by opening the tomb while covered in Neil's blood. He finds the body and then just... doesn't die??? The prophecy that he's devoted his life to protecting is... wrong!?!??! He comes back to tell his parents but he's never really the same (he now feels and sees the body following him everywhere). His parents hang themselves and both he and Neil panic. They manage to fend off the parishioners for a week, telling them that the Reverend family has locked themselves away to pray while Neil frantically studies up on how to reanimate bodies. He successfully manages to puppet the bodies and will keep the act up until he can find the "right time for them to die". Andrew and Neil never tell a soul.

At the 1st House, they go through the trial expected of them to discover the secret to Godhood while battling "The Sleeper" who's been killing off the participants. Their only ally is the 2nd House. Riko is a slick and slimy bastard that neither of them trust but there's something about Kevin that keeps them around. It's through Kevin's psychometry that Riko finds out how to attain Godhood and, almost immediately, he fucking just... eats him. Like nom nom crunch slurp eats the motherfucker. He attains god status and also gains Kevin's psychometry.

There's this huge final major fight where Neil & Andrew will be forced to fight "The Sleeper" who's actually a rouge disciple and none other than Kayleigh Day and Andrew kills himself so Neil will finally consume his soul and be God. Neil and Riko are forced to team up and kill Kayleigh.

Now Neil & Riko are both Lyctors and joins God's disciples. Neil lives every day with the crippling guilt of losing Andrew. He also starts hallucinating this strange pretty lady following him everywhere. With consuming Andrew and his sole, Neil also got his mental illness :) The other disciples have a great disdain for the two of them, which, is later revealed to be because the disciples knew God before he'd become god. Nathan Wesninski was the head of a murderous gang on what's now the 3rd House. He kind of just... developed necromantic talent from being surrounded by all the deaths he caused and, after causing a nuclear war (This is canon. God literally started a nuclear war and ended life across the solar system) he revives everyone and wipes their memories. He made his old lieutenants his first set of disciples and, after 10,000 years they're starting to get their memory back. They realize he should not have this much power and turn on him. That kind of leaves Neil and Riko on their own while the adults plot to kill God. Riko makes... advances :) I have nothing more to say about that.

We eventually find out the truth that Neil is the actual son of God & watches as the disciples turn against his father. God, however, is invincible so he just kills his disciples and offers Neil a deal: Become his heir and be spared. Neil becomes the Prince Undying and fights in his father's war.

On a planet in a galaxy far far away, we find the remaining Lyctor candidates who managed to not get killed. They've joined the revolution, led by Aaron, to take down God. The whole thing is incredibly hard on him because, his only chance at winning this war is Andrew. Or... someone who looks a hell of a lot like him. Andrew's body is here on this planet with no memory of anything and he's just vibing. Apparently, the soul-eating thing that makes Neil a lyctor didn't go as planned. Instead, it appears that he and Andrew split their souls and recombined in each other's bodies. The halves that happen to be in Andrew's body just don't remember anything.

The whole plan to take out God is to bring Andrew and Neil back together which should rip the souls out of the bodies and force them to recombine... hopefully. After an absolute eternity of batshit insane hijinks, Aaron finds a way to bring Neil close enough to Andrew that their souls can do the thing. It doesn't work. In fact, Neil is nothing like the person he used to be. Even so, Neil says that the answer is in the tomb. Neil, Aaron, Andrew, and a couple of the people from the revolution return to the 9th House where they open the tomb and, finally, the soul thing happens. It turns out, Andrew wasn't fully insane. Instead, the Body in the tomb is God's cavelier, Lola. They were the only person to correctly complete the soul transfer which made them both immortal unless you kill them both at the same time. When Andrew entered her tomb, she attached a piece of her soul to him which was why the soul consumption never fully worked. Andrew's soul was ripped in half, leaving half in his body with the Body's soul and the other half was in Neil. Now that Lola's soul has been restored to her body, it makes space for the rest of Andrew to get ripped out of Neil and they're two separate people again. Neil then turns on the revolution people that helped him get in and reveals that he and Riko are partners... take that however you want. They gang up to kill Lola but she beats their asses into the ground without sparing a thought.

Awake after being locked away for 10,000 years (for being a murderous lunatic), Lola rushes to kill Nathan. He can't die unless she kills herself so he just smiles and welcomes her home :)

[rickssoberjourney]

Am I Ready to Surrender?

Like Bluto in the GIF I'm waving the white flag. I surrender! "To what?" you might be asking. Hard to say.

I've been fighting God for a very long time. But it wasn't always that way. I had a very emotionally intense "born again" experience during my senior year in high school. For five years or more, I considered myself to be a Christian who believed that the Bible was the inerrant Word of God. To me, if the Bible said it, I believed it LITERALLY...and that was final!

I sought God's will. I did all the crazy (read "immature") stuff that new Christians do. I prayed for parking spaces and to make that red light and I couldn't understand how God refused to honor my supplications. Imagine! The God of the Universe...the God that I worshipped...not doing what I asked! I reasoned that those things weren't really important and I chalked it up to my anthropomorphized god was just too busy. I accepted that...sort of.

I decided (notice I said, "I DECIDED") to become a minister. I didn't want to pastor a church or preach. I wanted to be a psychological counselor in the church. So, I applied to the University of San Diego for get a Religious Studies degree. USD is a Jesuit university and, if you know anything about the Caholic Orders, the Jesuits are the academics of the bunch.

I chose a Catholic university because they promised to let me grow in my own faith while the other schools (like Point Loma Nazarene University) were going to shove their religion down my throat with the goal of converting me to their faith. Nah. Not having any of that!

Of course, the radical thinking of the Jesuits bothered me, but I just dug my heels in and told myself that I wasn't going to listen to their teachings. I would simply put in my time, learn about the Bible, get a second major in psychology, and graduate. I wasn't having any of their theological mumbo jumbo.

Well one day in class, Father McDonald, a priest from Ireland with a brogue I could hardly understand said, "Scripture is a myth!" OMG!!!! I wanted to walk right out of class. I was really upset. Myth means "untrue," right?

But, somehow, I got it in my mind that I would listen to what the Jesuits had to teach me and I would use the brains that God gave me to weigh what they were teaching against my fundamentalist beliefs. That was a breakthrough of major proportions. It didn't end there.

By the time I graduated 4 years later, I was about 180 degrees away from my old fundamentalist self as I could get. It made sense to me that the Bible had been an oral history for centuries and that those stories had been passed down, family to family. I had no problem with the idea that the Old Testament was filled with stories, or "myth" is you will. The word "myth" simply came to mean something different.

Every religion from the ancient Greeks and Romans to the early Tribes of Judaism, to the Native American people, to modern-day Christians use myth to explain what we humans simply cannot understand.

I love the Native American story of how the stars got up into the sky. The Shaman explained that the Earth was dark and flat. The people wanted room to move around so they used tree branches to prop up the sky, poking holes in the firmament. Those stars were simply the sun shining through those holes.

So, I reasoned, if cultures had been telling stories to explain what they didn't understand, the early writers of the Bible probably did the same thing. Was it lying? No. The stories of Noah's Ark and Adam and Eve were simply that - stories. They were never meant to be taken literally and the ancients knew that.

I graduated, went to work as a youth pastor and Christian Education director for a large church in Scottsdale, Arizona. I spent over 12 years in various capacities in a number of churches from Arizona to California. But all during that time, something was happening to me.

For one, I was sturggling with the idea that I could be married with kids and be gay. I never felt that God hated me for that. I'm not sure why. And, as I struggled with my sexuality and what to do about it, my faith began to change as well.

The idea of a white-bearded humanoid that lived in the clouds just didn't cut it anymore for me. I began investigating other religions like Buddhism, Islam, and a variety of others. I came to realize that each of these schools of religious thought basically taught the same thing: loving God and my neighbor as myself. Self-sacrifing love.

I had one person tell me that was evidence that God existed. But, to my way of thinking, that just signaled that the human brain, no matter what culture, used the concept of god to explain life. It didn't convince me that there was a god.

Today, after coming out of the closet over 20 years ago and after experiencing everything from gay relationships, wanton sex, and even drug addiction, I find myself saying that I'm an athiest.

Really now...???

I'm a pretty introspetive person. I usually know why I do the things I do. There has always been this deep anger and resentment toward the god that I used to worship. And, in recovery, I have met that resentment in a different form.

I attend Alcoholics Anonymous meetings. I try to go every day. I learn a lot and I have found true support in those rooms. But, I have also found judgement and what appears to be passive-aggressive behavior on the part of my fellows.

How does that manifest itself? People that I know...people that I text with and am friends with on Facebook...will ignore my greetings. The look right through me as if I'm not there.

Resentment.

The same resentment that I feel toward the god I used to worship.

I'm savvy enough in the ways of psychology to know that when something bothers me that much, the problem is most likely mine. I can't possibly know why a person would behave like that but my codependent brain always takes it personally.

Jeeze! Where the hell does that leave me? Am I an athiest? An agnostic? Or, am I just acting like a spoiled brat who didn't get his way with God? I don't know that I have an answer for that just yet.

I do believe in my Higher Power...Icall it LOVE. I don't resent LOVE. But when I think about praying to God, that raises my hackles! When they say that Third-Step Prayer at meetings, it bugs the shit outta me! Oh, and just let someone decide to end the meeting with the Lord's Prayer and I get practically apopletic!

Why?

There's that resentment again. Someday, maybe I will discover where all that anger comes from. Maybe someday, if I stay open to the idea and to what my Higher Power has to teach me, I can put back together a realtionship with God of my understanding. A different God this time. One who loves me and nurtures me and wouldn't do anything to arouse such resentment in anyone let alone in me.

So, I quote the Book of Mark in the New Testament. A man approached Jesus, asking him to heal his son. Jesus asked, "Do you believe?" The man answered with gut wrenching honesty, "I believe...help me with my unbelief!"

So, that's where I'll leave it...

I believe...help me with my unbelief!

I surrender.

Amen

[cool-trina-world]

The Great Spiritual Darkness Chapters 14-15

The Antichrist Takeover of the Modern Church and New Age Movement

By: David John Oates

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN: NOT EVERYONE WHO SAYS LORD

At this stage of the book, you must be wondering are there any good preachers out there and which path is the right path for me to follow? Unfortunately, I found very few genuine ones, and as this book continues you will see that this disease plagues not only the Pentecostal church but the Protestants, the Catholics and other sects as well.

It seems as though the whole church is on the wrong path. And they are. The sad fact is, that they have forgotten even the most basic of Christ’s teachings, starting with selling all you have and follow me, and even down to the simplest command of all, of not praying in public but rather go to your home and pray in private. Jesus called those who pray in public, hypocrites. So why does the church do it? Where did all the creeds and chants and prayer books come from? Did Jesus teach the church to do that? I don't think he did. Correct me if I'm wrong.

At the time of writing this book, there are a series of posts flooding facebook, telling people that God is going to give you millions of dollars and wipe away all your debts, all you have to do is claim it and say amen. These posts are getting 1000s of comments all saying amen, thank you Jesus and posting their prayers. So I’ve been posting to these threads saying why on earth do you think Jesus will answer a prayer that is contrary to everything he taught and the way he lived, and why are you doing all of this publicly when Jesus said to do it private. I wonder what people will think who posted to these threads when their “prayers” do not come true. Of course, they have deleted my posts. It seems that dissenting opinions are not allowed. Why am I not surprised?

Jesus called us to a life of service and sacrifice. He never promised that we would become millionaires. He never promised that life would be easy. In fact, he said the opposite. In Luke 9:23, Jesus looks at his disciples and tells them, "Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will find it.”

In those days to pick up your cross literally meant a death sentence. It meant losing everything. In fact, as I said earlier, all of Jesus’s disciples, except for one (John), died horrific deaths as martyrs. Christians were routinely crucified, fed to the lions or suffered some other horrific fate. Nowadays we complain to God if he hasn’t given us enough money to pay the mortgage for the month. We think that going to church every Sunday and reading our bible and saying our prayers, or even declaring we are born again and washed in the blood of the lamb, will save us. It will not.

It is by the thoughts of your heart and the musings of your soul by which you shall be judged. Just because you say Jesus is Lord and he sits on the throne of my heart, does not make it so. Do you house the orphans and homeless? Do you feed the hungry? Do you visit those in jail? Do you mix with the downtrodden and drug addicts, and those who are lost and rejected? Have you sacrificed your life to follow Jesus? Have you left everything behind to follow in his footsteps? I suspect very few people could say they have.

Unfortunately Jesus’s words and teachings have been watered down to mere platitudes and lip service. Very few people turn the other cheek anymore. They hit back. Do you know anyone who has sacrificed their whole life to follow Jesus? (And I don't mean they run a big church and have used their congregation’s money to buy a big expensive house and car). I know of only a very small handful.

Today, the majority of the christian church live in luxury. They worship God from their Golden Pulpits and glass temples while the church provides parking space for their expensive cars. They teach positive affirmations and a life of blessings where all your desires are granted to you by God. Just watch a sermon on TV, or drive past the churches in your neighborhood and you will see why christian leaders have such bad reversals.

I don’t know when the church got off track, I just know they did. Maybe church historians can point to a time when this happened, but I suspect it has happened gradually over the centuries. We have had our prophets over the years who have tried to bring the church back on track. I think of Martin Luther and Charles Wesley to name just two. But their influence has been short lived and once they passed on, their legacies, too, degenerated into yet another church saying forbidden prayers every Sunday with no real power.

What do you think Jesus will say to the church when he returns? What will he say to you? He actually tells you in the new Testament what he will say, in the book of Matthew, 7:22.

“Not everyone who says to Me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only he who does the will of My Father in heaven. Many will say to Me on that day, ‘Lord, Lord did we not prophesy in your name and in your name drive out demons and performed many miracles. Then I will tell them plainly, ‘I never knew you; depart from Me, you workers of lawlessness!’”

Doesn't this sound like something a church pastor would say, “But God, I preached every Sunday, I spoke in tongues and prophesied. I cast out demons and healed cancer. I am born again and washed in the blood of the lamb.”

Is this something you would say?

So why would Jesus say depart from me? It’s because he doesn't listen to what your conscious mind says. He listens to what your heart says. He sees the secrets you hide, your inner thoughts, your real loyalties. Do you know the voice of your heart? As I said in my Preface, do you know that in the last days, this voice will be revealed publicly for all to hear?

Do you realize this is happening now? Reverse Speech reveals the voice of the heart. It is the voice God hears and God answers. This is why he tells you not to pray in public. Because that is what your conscious mind is saying and that is what you want others to hear you say. Your unconscious only talks in small still whispers. This is the voice that God hears and this is the voice I will continue to reveal publicly in my writings.

Yes, we are in the days of a great spiritual darkness, where people give lip service to religion but do not know its real power. This does not only extend to religion but in many other areas as well, politics being just one which I will discuss towards the end of this book.

How do we change this? Well, the first thing we have to do is recognize its exists. This book is a step forward in that process. I wish you courage and fortitude to take the steps necessary.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: A NEW KIND OF ATTACK

The next church I looked at was the Episcopal church in the United States. They are an offspring of the Anglican church with a congregation of almost 2 million. The current residing Bishop is the Reverend Michael Curry and it is he who I reversed for this expose.

Michael Bruce Curry (born March 13, 1953) is an American bishop who is the 27th and current presiding Bishop and primate of The Episcopal Church. Elected in 2015, he is the first African American to serve as presiding bishop in The Episcopal Church. He was the also the Minister who married Prince Harry and Meghan Markle. His net worth is approximately $2 million.

The sermon I analyzed was from May 2021 at the Washington National Cathedral. It doesn’t start off well. As he says says forwards, “and now in the name of our loving, liberating and life giving God,” he says in reverse, “Never love a man.” This may sound innocuous but it is the opposite of Christ’s teachings which are to love all men. His next reversal occurs as he tells a story from his past and it says, “Boring talk, they’re not fed.” This reversal speaks for itself.

However, the voice of his heart only gets worse from there. As he tells the story forward, with great passion, about the coming of the Holy Spirit on the day of Pentecost, he says in reverse, “Denied death of Jesus, you will laugh at the dead.” This is nothing short of blasphemy. If you deny Jesus died, then there is no resurrection and Christianity is meaningless. No wonder he will laugh at the dead – cos they’re dead. No more to come. Sorry folks.

He continues preaching by extolling the virtues of another preacher and says backwards, “Feel Satan.” This is immediately followed by a very clear and aggressive reversal that says, “Send your death force. Start attack.” His preaching is not passionate because of an anointing of the Holy Spirit. It is passionate because he is destroying, with malice, the foundation stones of Christianity. A Christianity, I might add, that he doesn't believe in anyway because he then says backwards, preaching with passion, “Fuck it. It’s a lie.” He doesn’t believe a word he is saying.

It is Satan in his reversals, therefore his heart, as the next reversal shows, “the Satan visit.” He says this backwards as he talks about the love of Christ forwards. Rather in-congruent I would say.

He finishes off his sermon by saying forwards, “Sweet Holy Spirit, sweet heavenly dove,” and backwards he says, “See, what use.” Indeed what use does he see in the Holy Spirit when that is not the spirit he extols from his heart.

Okay, so I didn't do any good with Episcopalians. Maybe the Lutherans will be better. To this end I reversed the Rev Elizabeth Eaton, the head of the Lutheran church.

Elizabeth Amy Eaton is the fourth Presiding Bishop, and the first female Presiding Bishop, of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America. She was elected on Wednesday, August 14, 2013, on the fifth ballot. She was re-elected to a second six year term in 2019. Her net worth is nine million dollars and she is paid a staggering four million dollars a year annual salary from the church.

I began by reversing a lecture she gave at the University of Saint Thomas but only found one reversal which said, “her sin is Satan.” Like Bishop Curry, this is not a good start. I then moved to a more informal discussion as she was interviewed in front of a church congregation, hoping for better results. Her first reversal started off well saying, “I know he was logos.” The gospel of John refers to Jesus as the word, or Logos.

However, her reversals begin to deteriorate as, firstly, she talks about the catechism saying, “It’s so big in the shit.” There is that theme again that we saw in earlier chapters of this book. Theology and Jesus don’t seem to mix. The Catechism teaches church doctrine and her reversal basically says its full of shit.

Then as she continues talking about following the commandments of God, she says in reverse, “A demon, God is toxic.” Clearly she believes in God because she called him Logos in a previous reversal but does she follow him? This reversal would seem to suggest that she does not, as does the following reversal, “Blood with demonic.”

Her last reversal, unfortunately, says it all, “Then I’m so fake, I fool Eve.” She might fool her feminine, right brain, but I doubt she fools the Logos.

Undaunted, I moved onto my next Protestant denomination, the United Church of Christ, headed by the Reverend John C. Dorhauer.

John C. Dorhauer is an American Protestant clergy member, author, and theologian. He currently serves as the General Minister and President of the United Church of Christ, a Mainline Protestant denomination. His net worth is unknown.

The speech I analyzed from Rev. Dorhauer was his commentary on the George Floyd murder.

His first reversals starts off well as he talks forwards about enemies needing to seek peace. Backwards he says, “we want to know who seek it.” However, the reverse dialogue goes down rapidly from there as forwards he starts to connect the killing of George Floyd with white supremacy. The reversal on this section says, “feel with my hell.”

As he continues talking about the George Floyd killing, his next reversal says, “Buying a lock, the share of Satan.” This is followed by a reversal that says, “what a fake,” as he talks forwards about the risks to black Americana by police officers. These reversals are occurring simply because he is trying to create a false narrative by connecting Floyd’s death to white Supremacy, which it was not, and bigoted police officers.

Next he talks forwards about dismantling systems of oppression and says backwards, “kill the blame, Satan.” He is espousing a satanic doctrine of hatred rather than stating the situation for what it was. His next reversal confirms this by saying, “our God is Satan,“ and his final reversal says, “I am Satan.” Once again this occurs because he is creating a false narrative of Floyd’s killing being the result of White Supremacy. Whether he knows it or not, he is adding fuel to the fire using a doctrine of hatred which he is pretending to fight.

This preacher does not espouse the love of Christ. He creates a false atmosphere of hatred. His God, therefore, is not the god of the Bible, but the God of the dark realms, Satan himself!

And the sad truth is, this is true of almost every church I have examined so far. They are not following the God of the bible, as they claim and they have allowed the Antichrist take over of the modern church.

[moncerveau]

How do you know that God is real?

Hey!! I'm sorry I didn't answer this sooner, but I have been writing this post for hours!! There are so many ways to know God is real, but I've been trying to find my favorite ones that will hopefully let you know, yes He is real, He hears you, and He loves you. I'm just going to warn you this is really, really long lol! And I hope this helps explain why God IS real. I don't "think" He is real. I KNOW He is REAL!The first example is to think of creation. Now, I want you to go outside, look out a window, or even look around you where you are now. How do you think everything, whatever you're looking at got there? Animals, nature, you. Look into the mirror at yourself. You were created for a reason. Now, no offense to anyone who thinks we came here by an explosion or whatever your theory is, but who do you think caused that so called "Big Bang"? Someone caused it to happen. No matter what anyone says, nothing CANNOT create something. I am sorry if I am offending you, but the truth cannot be denied. The universe has not always been there, even though there are people who think that. Whenever this topic comes up, people always say "well, who created God?" or, "how did he get here?" He did not come into existence. He has always been in existence. The Bible says that He has always existed:  " . . . even from everlasting to everlasting, you are God" (Psalm 90:2) and, "Your throne is established from of old; you are from everlasting" (Psalm 93:2).  The answer is, God has no beginning and no end. So, do not ask how God came into being. Because He did not. He always was. There are people who think that God isn't real because if he was, we would be able to get into His mind. Yes you heard it correctly. WHAT? If we were to understand God and His mind, and understand how He works, how He came into existence, that would make us BE GOD. We cannot understand God, because he is not human. He is a supernatural God, and we cannot comprehend and understand because we are human. He isn't. Not one time does it say in the Bible that we are to understand God. We just have to believe. My next example is morality. Where do you think we got the logic to do good things? This is a personal favorite of mine because think of it. This practically screams God! We are born with goodness of God in our hearts. For example, when we see a new born baby, a new life in this world. That is an alive, breathing human who was placed into the womb of the mother. When you see a baby open their eyes, when you see them smile, a new life was just born into the world. Genesis 3:5 says "For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil." Exodus 33:19 "And he said, I will make all my goodness pass before thee, and I will proclaim the name of the LORD before thee; and will be gracious to whom I will be gracious, and will shew mercy on whom I will shew mercy." There are many more verses that show without God, there would be nothing. God created everything. God is a loving God that is so wonderful. 1 John 4:7 says, "Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God." 1 John 4:8 says "He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love." Everything came from God. Even nothing itself came from God. God is love. Love is God. Goodness comes from God. We don't get that and our moralities from ourselves. It's in our hearts. It was placed their by God, because we were made in His image. Genesis 1:27 - "So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them."The next is the one thing that showed us Gods love, and proved that he is real. Jesus Christ. Now, you may be saying, how do we know if Jesus was real? It is a historical fact that Jesus was a real man and that He was crucified on the cross. John 3:16 . . . "For God so LOVED the world that he gave His only begotten son that whosoever believes in Him, shall not perish but have everlasting life." In our early history, the first humans turned away from God and went their own way. This broke fellowship with God. Now all people are born with a sinful nature, and without exception all of us have sinned. The consequence for this is that we become separated from God and deserve punishment for our sins. But out of Gods deep and amazing love for us, He sent his only son, Jesus Christ into the world to rescue us from our sins by dying on the cross and sacrificing His life on behalf of sinners. He took the punishment we deserve in order to provide salvation and for us to be able to spend eternity with God. God then raised Jesus from the dead, confirming the work of Jesus on the cross and establishing His power over death. This is a historical fact. Jesus Christ was the ultimate truth to show us that God is real. Now, you may be thinking, how do we know He was telling the truth? Well, what person would willingly die on the cross, without flinching away, without backing down, without resisting, for the love of you? For you to live eternally with Him. His resurrection was verified by hundreds of witnesses. Jesus was born into the womb of the Virgin Mary by the Holy Spirit. Jesus healed the sick, made the blind see, made the crippled walk, etc. He is the Son of God and He is steal working today.My next example is HOW He is working today. I myself have experienced many of His mercy and love. I want to share a personal testimony of mine. I have always grew up a Christian. In a Christian home, I am blessed to have parents and family that read me the Bible and taught me to worship God. But like everyone, we all have to come to a moment of truth where we see the purpose of life and accept Jesus into our hearts. Not because our parents told us to. Not because my church told me too. But because I myself have experienced Him. I myself have went through a time where I wondered that what if, just what if this wasn't true? But after I have prayed and prayed over it, God has revealed Himself to me multiple times! I was almost asleep when I heard, I literally heard my name being spoken. It was an unexplainable experience and truly magical moment. Then I heard "Jesus" being spoken throughout my whole body and soul. I have no doubt in my mind that it wasn't Him. Throughout when my faith was running low, I have had so many perfect timing moments, perfect signs from God, and so much of the Holy Spirit's experience that I KNOW this is real. I needed a sign from God to let me know that He is real, and He gave it to me. I saw a rainbow later that day. His promise. (Genesis 9) I know He is with me because I feel him with me everywhere. Because when you let Him into your life the Holy Spirit enters your body and it is no longer you living, but Him living in you. I cannot write my whole testimony because this is already long enough. But I have saw so many unexplainable things, like He is speaking to me, showing me things, right when I needed it. And this still happens to me. I never feel alone, I know that I am NOT alone. I have saw so many miracles and I've saw Him working. Not only in my personal life but others. A thing I love to do is get on YouTube and watch testimonies. There are so many amazing miracles from Him all over the world that make me want to praise and worship His holy name! I have saw him cure people from cancer, I have saw babies born unto women that were told they would never become pregnant, plus many, many more. Because of Him. He is real. Just talk to Him. One simple prayer could change your whole entire life. I encourage you to read my post on "why you should live for Him" http://actressie.tumblr.com/post/163259969947/live-for-him-not-for-you-why-you-should-live . God Bless You!! He loves you so so much. I know because He told me, and laid it on my heart. I truly trust that He spoke through me in this message to help you accept Him. ❤️

[elvhenprincess]

Dragon Age OC

Who am I you ask?

Well, my name is Sha’ael.  In your shem language that means “without happiness.”

My name wasn’t always that.

I am a proud Dalish of the Lavellan clan and I am a mage.

I was born with snow white hair.  Unlike the majority of members in my clan my hair color was lighter, while they all had dark browns and blacks.  There was only one other member of my tribe with light hair. Her name was Kara, she was one of the most beautiful girls in the clan.  We weren’t really close friends but we weren’t enemies either.  She had a really soft face with almost no blemishes, although most elves did have flawless faces.  Her eyes were large and a bright dark brown that contrasted with her light hair.  She had full eyebrows but still managed and large lips.  Some would say I was the second prettiest elf in the clan but I didn’t see it.  There were so many more gorgeous women than me, especially head of the clan.  Shira, whose facial structure was perfection.  Her jawline was so sharp it could probably literally cut someone.  Her eyes were a golden yellow and a mix of green tinted in there.  Her lips full.  Hair was a nice brown that fell just past her shoulders, but you rarely ever saw it down as she usually wore it up in a ponytail.  She looked much younger than she actually was, still older looking than me though.  She was around 168 years old, but still looked like a Goddess not past 100.  I on the other hand looked rather young, which I was.  My face cheekbones we’re a vibrant structure.  My face overall just had a rather innocent look to it.  My eyebrows were thick but tamed like the rest of the woman and I wore very little makeup, other than the heavy eyeliner I wore on my waterline.  My eyes were slanted and rather large compared to the other girls, but they were a lovely blue with maybe a tint of purple.  Along my face I also had a couple of beauty marks which was quite a humanistic trait instead of an elf one.  

Although I have few friends within the clan, I respect everyone there, even if it doesn’t seem like it.  I am of the age 87, which in the human lifetime can be represented as 24.  I run a small group of warriors in my clan.  This is where I teach those able to fight and help them to discover their true potential.  All kinds of magic is allowed in our home, including blood magic.  We respect the beauty of the gift and I teach people to not be afraid of their gift.  It can be used as a weapon, an art, or a means of tradition.  Deep down I am very traditional to the old ways, but no wheres near as much compared to my fellow clan members.  To most in the clan, I seem ridiculous and childish.  

I, of course, still believe in the Elven Gods.  On occasion I visit a temple located just outside the woods of East Ferelden, not many know of it.  It is sacred, and I must be careful not to cause a disturbance as the guardian elves watch over it.  I very much do not wish to disturb them.  Elgar’nan is who the temple was build for, he is the god of vengeance and has very close ties to the goddess of Mythal, mother.

If there is something you must know of the way an elf worships it’s through respect, not fear.  Those who abandoned the dalish and the worship of the old Gods typically live within the city walls.  Pretending they are humans, only to be treated like dirt.  It is disgusting, in my opinion.  But to each their own though, I suppose.  

I have blood writing, a tattoo on my face of the god of Falon’Din.  My clan decided that I was the fearless child, although foolish.  I would sneak out often and venture into undiscovered and dangerous places, usually just to see the view.  Many in my clan would call me an extreme prankster and many of the older elves looked down on me for it, calling me out as disrespectful and disobedient.  But truthfully I am a calm soul, I find beauty in silence and being alone.  Which is why typically I had no real friends, only the other younger elves who would help me play pranks.  

I was born of a twin, much like our gods Falon’Din and Dirthamen.  My brother, Josdis was very wise just as Dirthamen was and cherished our clan and family.  Many in the clan suspected we were Falon’Din and Dirthamen reborn.  That was until my twin brother died.  It was late one night and I couldn’t sleep.  I bothered Josdis until he accepted to keep me company.  He promised to follow me that night, as I wanted to show him a new location I discovered. It was a giant cliff right outside the woodlands we were currently residing in.  There was a pretty waterfall and river flowing there, and a giant fruit tree that looked glorious as the wind breezed by it.  I would sit under that tree and regain my thoughts, breathe, focus.  Some nights there would be lights in the sky, quick flowing lights that would rain down from the heavens.  It was a beautiful sight, lighting up the night sky.  I named this event the “Tears of Elgar’nan'' the father of the gods.  I named it this because I imagined it was Elgar’nan crying when his children first taught the elves and helped them create a way to survive and live.  Although, unlike sad tears, these tears were tears of joy, for Elgar’nan was happy and pleased by the acts of his children.  He was proud, and so he cried tears of joy that lit up the dark night to help travelers find their way. It was childish make believe. 

Anyway, when I took Josdis to this special place of mine we were attacked.  A group of racist, human templars surrounded us and teased us for a while. Making fun of our pointed ears and traditional attire.  Till eventually one of the men noticed my staff, as I was a mage, Josdis was not though.  The man grew scared of my magic, feeling threatened he took my staff and broke it in half.  Of course, I do not need my staff to create magic.  So, as angry and young minded as I was at the time I struck the men.  Using the small bit of magical knowledge I had, I managed to burn one with a fire spell.  This angered them and they lunged at me, but my brother pulled out a small knife and stabbed the man who attacked me first.  The man dropped to the ground, dead.  For this, the templars grew viciously angry and grabbed my brother.  Beating on him a bit before hanging him off the edge of the cliff, I squirmed at trying to break free from one of the men’s holds but I was not strong enough, it was no use.  They dropped my brother and he fell, at least 60 feet down.  They kicked at me a few times and sliced my skin before leaving.  They left deep scars on my lip, ear and cheek. The next morning, after a night of crying and pain I made my way down the cliff side.  Trying to find my brother, hoping he could have lived.  I found him, not breathing.  Half his body flattered, laying in a pool of his own blood.  I laid there for the rest of the day, praying and crying.  Just hoping the Gods would spare him and bring him back to life, but they never did.  A part of me died that day forever.  I have not forgotten my brother, and I never will.  I had a vengeance for human blood, Templar blood and would kill them any chance I got.  Many of the other leaders of our clan looked down on me for my anger issues and rage, some of them even assumed me cursed because of the extreme aggression I had.  They marked me as dangerous, especially after a few fights I had gotten into with others in the clan.  So, they sent me on a quest that would excuse me from the clan for a while.  I was sent to the Conclave to spy and bring back information to my clan, although they didn’t really NEED the information, it was more busy work to keep me away.  While there, well you know the story.  Corypheus showed up and sacrificed the holy divine, in which I disrupted the ceremony.  I reached for the orb and gained the anchor in return, which Corypheus was most certainly not happy about.    

[letters-from-paradise]

12. Atonement

https://youtu.be/4NVL_ks9Yi4

There’s a stunningly beautiful word that’s packed with good news, that I want to share with you. That word is, atonement.

Atonement is an English word given to a few Hebrew and Greek words that occur in the Bible’s original text. And the translators have chosen a very good word to convey the intended meaning.

Atonement means at-one, or at-one-ment. Pretty simple really. When a couple marry, they become “one”. Then if trouble arises in the marriage, sadly they might pull apart. However, when all is forgiven, we say they have reconciled.

The idea of atonement is very similar to reconciliation. 

Forgiveness and healing brings reconciliation, there is at-one-ment. When that’s between God and the human race - it’s news that is unimaginably good!

In the Jewish religion of Old Testament times, they had a day - once a year - that they called The Day of Atonement. (1)

That was what THEY had, what WE have is - Jesus!

St John writes, “He is the atoning sacrifice for our sins, and not only for ours but also for the sins of the whole world.” (2)

Another translation simply says: ‘He is the reconciliation for our sins’ (3), or one I especially like, ‘Jesus is our at-one-ment, he has conciliated us to himself and has taken our sins and distortions out of the equation.’ (4)

During ancient Israel’s Day of Atonement (their Yom Kippur), the priest would symbolically place all the sins and wrong-doings of the entire nation - every man, woman, boy and girl - upon a goat.

Out of sight from the thousands who depended on the events of this day, the priest would yell “It is Finished” (5) and then kill the goat … the goat and everyone associated with it because of their fallenness, their sin, died. One goat sacrificed his life, one goat died, therefore all died. (6)

When John wrote, “He is the atoning sacrifice for our sins, and not only for ours but also for the sins of the whole world.” He was saying: 

Yom Kippur? It just happened for the whole world!” All of Adam’s race has been included.

But there was a second goat on this Day of Atonement, a goat called 

Azazel. 

The same thing happened … the whole nation’s sins and regrets were symbolically placed upon this goat, this Azazel. But instead of being killed, this goat was marched through the crowd. And the priest leading the goat would repeatedly cry out, “Behold Israel your sin is being removed as far as the east is from the west!” (7)

And the goat, the Azazel bearing all the sins of the nation, was taken away - into the desert, so far that there was no possibility of his return.

Many hundreds of years later, a crowd would be yelling, “Take him away, take him away”, as Jesus stood there before Pilate. (8) In their language they were yelling, “Azazel, Azazel!”

You see, the name Azazel … literally means ‘To take away’ to ‘Disappear’. Our Azazel, our Jesus, was the goat of the disappearance!

This is why Paul can so boldly say that God no longer counts sin. How can you count what’s been taken away? What happens when wrongdoing is forgiven? It doesn’t count any longer; it’s taken out of the equation; it disappears! (9)

And on Yom Kippur … There was no personal reconciling yourself to God. No one did anything! In fact, it was regarded as a Sabbath, 

no one was ALLOWED to work, to contribute, because God was forgiving sin that day. (10) O how God must have loved Israel. But that was just a cameo of how he loves the whole world; you and me. (11)

On my journey it was utterly astounding, even outrageous, to realise there was nothing for me to do to be accepted by God. I had believed there was at least a prayer to pray, a confession to make, a tear to cry, something bent to straighten out. But no. Nothing. And then to realise that I hadn’t even been born when this Lamb took away the sin of the world. (12)

On my journey, I have been learning a word, that I thought I already knew. But: 

Oh, I’ve learned that … that word GRACE is more amazing than any song could tell.

Bask in it, my friends. Marinate in this indiscriminate, do nothing acceptance. And, may the grace, love and fellowship of God be your experience every day.

Shalom.

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Acknowledgement. My understanding of Yom Kippur has been much helped by Shane Willard, who teaches on this subject drawing upon his access to the wisdom of Jewish Rabbi’s, traditions and the Torah. http://www.shanewillardministries.org/main/

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Notes:

Leviticus 16

1 John 2:2

Jubilee Bible

Mirror Bible

John 19:30

2 Corinthians 5:14

Psalm 103:12

John 19:15

2 Corinthians 5:19

Leviticus 16:30-31

John 3:17

John 1:29

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Questions:

One. Are there ways in which we can “bring back” a person’s wrong doing or regrets, after God has taken them away?

Two. Consider the phrase, “indiscriminate, do nothing acceptance.” In what ways does atonement truth confirm this idea? Can this really be the truth?

[jameypants1-blog]

Reason. Logic. Bound by Laws and my only concern is that Laws don't bind anything, certainly not the flexibility of Creation to change things up at Will, spontaneously, with no links to line up along Chains of progression and unequivocal physics. That's not the Truth. And atoms didn't amass then start thinking. Witlessness designed no intelligence out of Flesh that exploding gases from big bullshit Theory not Fact that simply existed in a Void for no Reason, the Vacuum of Oblivion is Theory not Fact and so is Chaos a Theory not Fact. That's Science and it's a Religion, the Law needs not be prayed to remain the same Authority that limits and binds this World of Laws being run by the Law makers who keep science and technology on a short leash, the Laws of Physics are not recognized by the Law makers who Serve the World harshly, with sheer Cruelty, Contempt, a gambling game based on heirloom nickles depicting histories greatest Law keepers and what they ARE and always have been are Elite satanists the Chosen People not to be confused with the tribe of scapegoats they purport to have led from Egypt by a pureblood Nobility of Law abiding slaveowner polygymous victims of Savages, Pharoh purporting to be God, the Authority to claim pureblood Nobility and practice slaveowning polygamy, this is Physics and Mathematics and the Truth and before Egypt they cite pretty much Sumeria the Atlantis Flooded away pre new flood Old Testament and some are genetic Jews which is no different at the atomic level than being a genetic raisen bc atoms are indistinguishable Legos essentially and they are not the geometric arrangements of DNA patterns and strands but what's Inside anyone or thing is subatomic Designing and Intelligent as purest understatement Ever and what separates the man from the animal and grapeseed is not an Evolution of the Lego but the Designing Intelligence Designing as is the Infinite Capability and Indestructibility of the God that Exists and leaves to the Free Will we alone in Creation share as Creators and Designers and that is why Word and God are the same, we are capable of all things same as unbound Free Will unfettered by any Law or Authority, all things are Possible with God not science fiction dogma and theories, and to deny that this Origin of Everything, that's gives us it's Ability to Imagine and shape into anything from the simplest atomic dots that make shit and shinola literally indistinguishable if your Science is factual did fucking not ignite farts colliding Nowhere into cellular sentience cells being simply many specks of atoms and what's inside atoms is what's inside clay and lightning equally but in Man the simple Divinity of limitless Creativity. Death is a side effect of blind Obedience to Laws handed down from black magic self appointed Noble Elite and Chosen by a burning Authority to keep the Law no matter if it meant killing your kids to appease it's appetite for recognition from it's beloved children. This piece of benevolence that Smites the Earth with curses and recurring Apocalypse to repeat the same history as ever nothing new under the sun here and not bc Science is still investigating non existent not missing links to get some Logical and Reasonable soulessness Authority over the Law of the Chosen Elite, stack dinosaur bones to the moon and you have proven skeletons not the absurdity of the God of Law and Order the Peacekeep Authority that demands blind subservience and Sacrifice and that everyone be addicted to heirloom portrait nickles hoarding and stamp Dear Leaders smiling Noble mug on a piece of gold or piece of shit it's still the same Economy and it's Taxing that it's says in god you trust right on the chips and no Scientist has said that paper and mineral gods do not exist and to put trust into them and keep this Economy of the paper god they have paper amendment Holy and Sacred Laws translated from stone etchings Authority extended it's middle flaming finger to etch in stone is preposterous to anything like scientific Integrity which would defy limits on Creativity and research to Benefit Humanity and depend on no paper god grants or be obedient to Laws plainly in place to impede Humane Humans are Sacred theory built upon our Lives being no more significant than grasshoppers or whales that if only for more paper grants to fund anti fishing Law making could be saved same as defenseless millions of superstitious rubes EVERYWHRE being processed through the meat grinder the Chosen People never tire of Taxing and Punishing and you Scientific slaves of Allah are Obedient to the same Authority and the god in your wallets is what determines your possibilities, Taxes you for the imposition and it's acceptance first of being Taxed to afford the Luxery of the Public Service the Master Class black liars magicians hide behind perception being reality which it isn't it's just Exploiting gullibility and the Trust given them not worth the paper it's printed on to lead you Honorably but blind to Justice and Equality when ever soul is the Life of Design of the God who let's the children Obey and never Prosper bc the paper gods they serve never balance never recognize the peasant the animal to be betrayed and broken for the Pride of Obedience satisfaction there is in patriotism, the scientic term is Loyalty, that's patriotism is Loyalty and to Country which is an abstract Theory when we're Earthlings not Texans or Palestinian just another public service the State of the honorable dear nobility imposes by limiting and dividing and lavishing mankind with crimal justice served up by trigger happy Enforcers who allow the right to remain silent lest be prosecuted in a court of Law for protesting the service and protection these Finest provide their Honorable Chosen by the chains and bullets they serve the masses plenty of Taxes to maintain caging and slopping the disobedient dogs who break every Law on the books except Trust in God, bc one thing any Petty theif and drug afficianado knows same as everyone else Obedient to Authority is that money is what makes the world go around and the rich aren't like the rest of us, they have that Old money Grand Old Party that keeps them pretty busy out where the real work is done, golfing. It's Fact not Theory and any Science based on Truth would include the algebra of Literacy, which isn't perception shaping but Cleansing. Please Athiests and Science Templars be Reasonable now and enable clear thinking, lest a perception of Chaos confuse you when the Apocalypse come right on schedule as promised by the Law God who keeps the Peace here, fines and penalty for ungodly lawless use of legal tender, entrusted God that is dirty blood idolatry hence the honorable elite and disgusting bum dichotomy, wealth and nobility the aspiration of everyone as always the sick Economy is top priority, it's the god everyone trusts and the devil's who print it up are tiressly obeyed and sacrificed into for the honor of being ruined to kneel to. Death is their business their skull and bones flag is not hidden never has been they simply know how much their Nation of Laws and the rights their fire god grants except for the human sacrifice of your life required free to purse liberty and happiness and Life long as you can afford it. You can't. This is Truth not Theory. I'm Alive still and Others we are the Criminal Elite and I have an idea for new resolution. Like to make a deal but first, what is Evil? Florida pastor, Terry Jones, oversees Holy Quran …: https://youtu.be/BX4Yjlg0l0I 3m 25s in to that clip the fire shrieks, watch closely, an invisible billows fills and pops and out into invisibility with ass afire a Jinn escapes. Old copies of the Koran are burned to dispose of, this grimmoir demonstrate Word magic exceeding Lies and manipulated Perception and gullibility out of no fear or respect for the Law of Slavery of Islam a black hatred leaps from the pages and set afire flees the ashes, ashes are made of atoms and wailing banshees are subatomic a subclass of the human, Divine and unassailable Breath of Life born into us, and not God's design. I thought evil was a retardation form of stupidity for much of my experience, until the Perception I had changed not until Evil evolved out of gaseous residues of explosion and monkeyed up the food chain to catch up and match my self certain genius intellect .. tbc..

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May you become thousands (Genesis 24)

Farmer John was famous for his corn. Literally, he had blue-ribbon, award-winning corn. Every year, Farmer John entered his corn in the state fair, and every year, his corn won the top prize.

 Famer John’s corn became so famous that the newspaper decided to do an article on his success, and the reporter asked him, “How do you grow such amazing corn?”

 And Farmer John said, “My secret is simple: every year, I keep some corn back to use as seed corn the next year. And every year, I share my seed corn with my neighbors.”

 The reporter was astonished. “Why would you possibly want to share your best seed corn with your neighbors? Aren’t you worried that, if they use your seed, their corn might grow better than yours? Aren’t you worried about losing your prize?”

 And Farmer John shook his head. “It’s all about how corn grows,” he said. “The wind picks up pollen from ripening corn, and it carries it from field it field. If my neighbors are growing bad corn, when the wind blows, the cross-pollination will make my corn weaker. If I want to grow good corn, I have to help my neighbors grow good corn, too.”[1]

 That, to me, is what it looks like to take seriously the idea that blessings are meant to be shared.

 Whenever my husband and I start talking theology, it won’t be long before you hear the phrase “blessed to be a blessing” getting thrown about. It’s the promise that God gave to Abraham and Sarah, way back at the beginning of the story of faith: when God decided that the best way to transform the world was by calling individuals, by calling one family, and loving them so much that they would learn how to love others, too. For Mike and I, that one promise, from which the whole story of the faith begins, stands in stark contrast with so many versions of the gospels we hear proclaimed around us: the preachers who tell you that God wants to make you rich, the ones who proclaim that God has blessed “us” and we are better than all the “thems” in the world, that God loves us and God hates “them”… even all the times we hear the richness of the gospel reduced to a “personal relationship with Jesus Christ” – it makes us cringe, because for us, the good news is so much bigger than that; it’s not just about me and my riches and my ticket to heaven – the good news that God loves me is always bigger than me; it’s good news  and it’s love that just has to be shared. It means, simply, that if we want better corn, we have to help our neighbors grow better corn, too. What’s good for me is good for you, and what’s good for them is good for us: because we are all connected, and we are all in this together.

 We are “blessed to be a blessing.” We circle back to that theme at least once every year around stewardship time, and we are reminded that God wants us to share… so we start trying to calculate and figure out how much of our blessings we have to pass on in order to fulfill the “be a blessing” aspect of our faith.

 But the thing is, God’s doesn’t just want our bare minimum. God wants us to offer our best – not to make us poorer, but because, as we improve things for others, we make a better world for ourselves, too.

 We have been spending time this summer with the family of Genesis, and for the last few weeks we’ve shared some of the stories of Abraham: how Abraham and Sarah were surprised with a son; how Hagar and Ishmael found their place in God’s promises; and last week, how Abraham’s faith was tested when God asked him to give his son back.

 This is a messy story, of a messy family – but it is this the family, nevertheless, that God has chosen and called to change the world. “I will bless you,” God promised, “and through your family, the whole world will be blessed.”

 Today, the story of this family continues. After Abraham nearly sacrifices Isaac on the mountaintop, after he has faced his final test of faith, Abraham’s story quite quickly wraps up. We learn, almost in the next breath, that Sarah has died – and it sounds, reading between the lines, as if, after what happened on the mountaintop, Sarah and Abraham didn’t live together any more.

 Now Abraham is left with is son, Isaac. And Isaac is by this time no longer a child; he is, in fact, nearly forty years old, and still unmarried. And the Freudians among us can read all sorts of implications into all of this: how Isaac, who was Sarah’s only son, born to her late in her life, was doted upon by a mother who devoted her life to him; how Sarah protected her son, and was convinced that no woman could ever be good enough for her little miracle boy – and there is even a peculiar note, at the end of this story, that Isaac takes his wife into his mother’s tent, and so he is comforted after his mother’s death.

 Add in the fact that Isaac is fully aware that, when he was a youth, his own father very nearly sacrificed him – and I tell you, Oedipus has got nothing on this kid. This is a messy family, indeed. If you think your family has got issues, there is no “perfect” family – and God can work with us all.

 Whatever baggage and drama Isaac carries, the fact is that he’s no longer a child. And his father Abraham starts once again to look to the future: for his family to continue, his son needs to find a wife and start to build his own family.

 But Abraham and Isaac are still living in a foreign land; they are surrounded by people who do not know their stories, who don’t share their values, who don’t follow their God. And this worries Abraham, because he believes that his family is special; they have been called and set apart to change the world, and when it comes to continuing that story, not just any woman is going to do.

 So Abraham hatches a plan: he calls his oldest and most trusted servant, who has journeyed with him, who knows his story and cares for his household. And Abraham asks this servant, Eliezer[2], to go back to Abraham’s homeland, and find there a suitable wife for Isaac. Even if I’m not here to see it, he says, make sure that our family and our story goes on.

 And Eliezer says, “What if I find a great woman, but she doesn’t want to leave her family and homeland to come here. Should I bring Isaac back to her?”

 And Abraham says, “No. The Lord, the God of heaven, called me and brought me here; God promised to give this land to our family, and the world may not see it yet, but this is where we belong. So do everything you can to find a woman who shares our faith in God’s promise, who is willing – like I did – to leave everything for the sake of God’s future. But if you can’t find any woman like that, I release you from your promise.”

 So Eliezer promised to do his best. And he took ten of Abraham’s camels, and some fine gifts, and he left. When he arrived, however, he wasn’t sure how to go about his business. So he prayed, and he decided to ask God for a sign: He prayed, “Lord, God of my master Abraham, please give me success today and show steadfast love to my master Abraham. I am standing here by the spring of water, and the women of the city are coming now to draw water. I’ll ask one of them for a drink from her jar of water, and if she says, ‘Drink, and I’ll get water for your camels, too’ – then I’ll know that she’s the one.”

 Now, I’m not one to put much stock in signs. In my youth, partly because of stories like this one, when I was trying to decide which college to pick, or what to major in, what to date, which job to take – I asked God for signs. And you know what? I never got one. It seems that God trusted me with those big decisions; God doesn’t have a master script somewhere that I have to figure out. And I’ve also come to believe that God is big enough, God’s grace is big enough, that even when we don’t make the best choices, God still finds a way to redeem them and work with us and through us all the same.

 Even when it comes to choosing a spouse, no matter what all the romantic comedies tell you, not many of us get a “sign” that we are supposed to be together; not many of us get quick and clear-cut confirmation that this person is our “soulmate.” What we get, instead, are butterflies in our stomach, and – if we choose to take the leap – we get to spend our whole lives make our own signs, as we weave our lives together into one.

 So, no, I don’t put much stock in signs. But Abraham’s servant prays for one all the same, and I don’t blame him: when we don’t know where to turn, just about all of us ask for help.

 The thing is, though, that Eliezer isn’t just asking for any old sign. He doesn’t ask for God to reveal Isaac’s future wife by having her wear a blue dress or carry a painted jar; he doesn’t ask for God to show him the girl with the most jewelry or the prettiest eyes.

 No, he asks, in this moment, for God to reveal a young woman with a generous heart.[3]

 When I was younger, I thought that this was a really easy sign to ask for. In those days, when hospitality to strangers was often a life or death question, it would have been unthinkably rude for any young woman to refuse a request for water.

And it would have been very easy then to pour out what was left in the jug of water so the animals could drink, too. But what I’ve come to realize is that Rebekah did so much more than this; in fact, it is unthinkably generous for Rebekah to do what she does: to offer water not just for this strange man, but to offer to draw water for all of his camels to drink – and to drink to their fill.

 You see, when a camel is thirsty, it can drink as much as 30 gallons of water in just a matter of minutes. And Abraham’s servant had not just one camel, but ten camels, with him. That’s a lot of water. And it meant that Rebekah went down to the spring and carried water up to the trough many times. It was hard, time-consuming work.

 Here, then, we already see a glimpse of who this woman is: she came down to get a jug of water for her family, and when she encountered a stranger, she didn’t recoil in fear, but offered to draw water for him, too. And she offered not just to give him a drink, but to go to the spring again and again, so his thirsty animals could drink their fill.

 She is a woman with a generous heart: a woman who shows kindness to strangers, to humans and creatures alike; and she is a woman who willingly does more than the minimum, who goes the second mile, not expecting anything in return.

 She doesn’t know that this man is a servant of Abraham. She doesn’t know that Abraham and Isaac are searching for a woman to help them pass on God’s promises to the next generation.

 She simply sees an opportunity to help, and she does.

 And so Eliezer’s prayer is answered: because this is exactly the kind of person who can help carry on God’s story; this is the kind of woman who understands what it means to be blessed to be a blessing, to be generous and gracious in sharing your blessings and passing them on.

 While Rebekah keeps drawing water, Eliezer prays again, and then he presents her with expensive jewelry – symbols that he came proposing marriage on behalf of a wealthy man. And he asked her if there was room in her father’s house to spend the night, and she extends hospitality on behalf of her family once more.

 There is one more piece of this story that I want us to remember today: as bizarre and unlikely as this love story seems to us, as much as we might question, with our modern ideas of romance, what kind of man sends a servant to fetch a young bride for his son, and what kind of father agrees to send his young daughter to become the wife of a man he has never met – while it all seems so strange to us, I want us to remember, first of all, that this wasn’t all that unusual in those days. But I do notice that, at some point, Rebekah herself is consulted. And when Rebekah is asked: “Will you go with this man?” she answers, “Yes; I will go.”

 Much like Abraham a generation before, Rebekah makes the choice to leave her family and her home behind, in order to follow God’s promises of a better future and a bigger story. She, too, journeys in faith, towards a land that’s been promised but isn’t home quite yet, because she believes that God will bless her, and she – and her children, and her children’s children – will bless the world.

 Rebekah was a woman who served with generosity right where she was, and when she was given the chance, she chose to risk everything so that generations to come might have a chance to live into God’s promises in even deeper ways.

 So, what about us? When faced with opportunities to be generous, do we content ourselves to do the bare minimum? Do we even do that much?

 Or do we look for opportunities to be generous – even ridiculously so? Do we look for ways to be generous and step out in faith, not just for our own sake, but for the sake of generations yet to come?

 When Rebekah said good-bye to her family, they offered her a blessing: “Our sister, may you become thousands of ten thousands.” Though you are one person, you have a world of potential within you. May your generosity continue to overflow; may God’s faithfulness to you multiply and grow and echo through generations.

 May we, too, remember that our lives are connected, that the choices we make affect ourselves and our households and our neighbors and our communities and our world, today, and for generations still to come. May we remember that, when we share our blessings, when we make the world better for others, we all are blessed. Though you are but one person, God has placed a world of potential within you. May we be generous beyond reason; may we be faithful beyond measure.

   God, your daughter Rebekah was a woman of extravagant generosity. She worked without hope of a reward; she gave well beyond the point of inconvenience; she blessed others indiscriminately and abundantly. And when you called, she willingly stepped out in faith, trusting that you would be with her, no matter what may come. Give us, too, generous and faithful hearts. Open our eyes to the opportunities we have to bless others; open our hearts to give without counting the cost, to go the second mile, to love as we have been loved, and to be reminded that, in your kingdom, the greatest is the servant of all. In the name of Christ, who came not to be served but to serve, we pray; amen.

[1] “Good Corn,” reported in James Bender How to Talk Well (1994). Found at https://storiesforpreaching.com/category/sermonillustrations/generosity/

[2] While the servant is not named in this story, it is likely that he is the same man Abraham earlier mentions, before Isaac has been born, when it seems likely that Abraham’s steward will receive his inheritance after his death (Genesis 15:2). Someone who was so well-trusted as to be consider Abraham’s heir is likely the kind of person Abraham would trust to ensure his greater inheritance – God’s blessing upon his family – continues.

[3] Jessica LaGrone, in Broken and Blessed: God Changes the World One Person and One Family at a Time, has a lovely discussion of how this “sign” reveals Rebekah’s generosity and suitability to join God’s mission of being blessed to be a blessing.

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Chasing the Glory of God

This post is intended for Christians. If you are not born again, this post will appear as nonsense to you.

Have you ever had a glorious worship experience? Exodus defines when the physical presence of the Holy Spirit descended on the tabernacle and filled it completely after it was built. (Exodus 40:34) The upper room at Pentecost also describes the Glory of God descending upon the apostles and people gathered, waiting for the infilling of the Holy Spirit. (Acts 2:1-4) Where you could literally feel the tangible presence of God on your skin, where you could feel God in the room as people worshiped Him. In that moment, that hour, the days of that conference, worship concert, retreat, etc, were so blessed, so phenomenal, that you found yourself wishing that every day could be like that?

I have.

Maybe you have too.

When that time was over, the presence lifted and the grind and the day to day crept in. The memories of fellowship and worship linger, and you find yourself without that energy, that spark, and you feel like grass withering without water.

This is where we are at a choice, to either accept that perhaps the conference, the concert, the crazy morning of worship in Church that went a few hours long because it was ‘anointed,’ was just a special blessing, or we begin to crave and desire what is dubbed the ‘Glory of God,’ and we begin to chase the glory.

The “Chase” can take on many different forms. For some, it’s spending a great deal of time and money going from conference to conference, following around certain preachers or musicians that are anointed, just to experience the Glory of God. For some, they move to places like Bethel, or Jerusalem, or start attending a large church where there’s a lot of flashing lights, some expressive preaching, and people appear to be under the influence of God. For others, they follow traveling evangelists, going from tent meeting to tent meeting in hopes that the Spirit of God will fall on them.  They’ll sit in services where the worship is over an hour, and the preaching is over an hour, all hoping that they will experience the physical presence of God. Some will attend retreat after retreat after retreat, hoping for an encounter with tingles, the willies, and awesome power.

I went through a time in my life where I was swept up in the “Chase”.

I was determined to live in a constant haze of God’s Glory. I was unable to afford going to several conferences, move across the country to attend a bible college, or visit exotic places. I was able to attend a few retreats in college that set up the foundation for what I did do. Since I couldn’t afford running around, or get the time off of work to attend multiple conferences, I set aside hours for bible study, hours of personal worship, and hours of prayer. I made it a job to get the physical presence of God to dwell in my apartment. I also attended church every time the doors were open, arrived early, stayed late, sacrificed all of my personal time to serving at the church. Choir rehearsals, cleaning crew, Wednesday night services, 8am to 1pm every single Sunday morning, children’s church, if they needed help, I offered whether I was a good fit for it or not.

I started my personal time with an hour of worship. I had about ten worship cds from Hillsongs, Ron Kenoly, Carman, Keith Green, Passion, among others. I rotated through them until I had an hour or more of personal worship done. I then prayed for at least an hour, whatever came to mind, I prayed for it. I laid myself before the Lord and said that anything He wanted me to pray for I did. I prayed for people I knew, I prayed for people I didn’t know, I prayed for countries, for the church I was attending, anything and everything that came through my mind. I also spent a lot of time requesting that God fill the apartment with His presence. Then I would spend time reading the Bible. I read the entire Bible. I had read so much, the entire New testament so many times, that I began reading the Bible straight through. Beginning to end. I read the NIV, the KJV, the RSV, the Message, etc. I found a Strong’s concordance at the used book store and began using that extensively. I read books by Brother Lawrence, Stephen J Foster, Kenneth Hagin, Watchman Nee, CS Lewis, etc. I listened to tapes by K Copeland and a few other preachers, but most of my time was actually spent in reading and studying the Bible.

I argued theology with my brothers and sisters in Christ. I challenged them to pursue the Glory of God. I wanted them to taste the Lord and see how good He is. I also struggled greatly in my flesh. I had deep rooted sins that I would fight with constantly. I was insecure, broken, and a complete mess. I was saved, but I had been given some incorrect teaching.

See, I was taught that being saved meant that I could overcome all these things that plagued me. If I received the blessing of being in the Glory of God, that I was good enough of a Christian, that I had overcome and was worthy of the physical presence of the Glory of God. So I ran after that with all my being, because that’s what I thought I was supposed to do, and I got wore out.

I became exhausted.

I was running to be filled with the Glory of God, chasing that thing.

Maybe you are in that spot right now, getting ready to run, or running after the Glory of God.

Stop.

I’m pleading with you, please stop chasing the ‘Glory.’

I ran so much and so hard, that I fell hard. I was empty and did not realize it. I was broken and not allowing God to heal me. I was hurting and denying it, because to admit that I was hurting was to admit that I wasn’t a good Christian, and the church I was attending at the time, if you weren’t putting on a face of being an ‘overcomer’ and being in the ‘glory’ you were backsliding and unfit for service. I needed the ‘glory,’ and we would spend hours at church prayer time, or in the prayer group praying for the purpose of revival, the purpose of experiencing the ‘glory.’

I’m pleading with you again, stop this madness, STOP THE CHASE!

If you are saved, (John 3:16, Romans 10:9, 2 Corinthinas 5:17), you already have the Glory of God inside you. You have that precious gift of salvation. You are literally walking around with the Glory inside of you. You are born again, you have that shiny goodness inside. You can converse with God at any given point in time and He will talk with you, you have relationship with the Father through His Son, Jesus Christ. (Hebrews 1:3)

You have the Holy Spirit in you, if you are saved. (1 Corinthians 3:16, 6:19, 2 Corinthians 6:16, Ezekiel 36:27, 2 Timothy 1:14, Ephesians 5:18, Romans 8:9, 11, 15, Galatians 4:6, 5:22, 1 John 2:27)

To find the ‘Glory’ turn within. God resides within you if have accepted Him as your Lord and savior.

That glorious gift, the peace, the joy, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, all of it is there. All you need to do to find it, is turn to God within you. (Hebrews 13:5)

You don’t need to exhaust your resources looking for God, you already found Him. All you are doing is looking for an external thing, you are looking to satisfy your flesh masqueraded as spirituality.

Had someone said to me, “Rebekah, you don’t need to exert the external so much to find God and to experience Him. He’s already within you, you can find that peace and comfort within the Holy Spirit that resides within you,” when I was younger or handed me a book that exemplified it such as this one:

I don’t think I would have become so exhausted.

I know I wouldn’t have struggled so much in my flesh. Because once I began to turn completely to Christ for everything and not relying on my strength, my power to get so much done, things became simple. Mind you, not easier in the sense that life is easy, because it is hard. As a Christian, life gets worse, but the comforter, the Holy Spirit makes it so much simpler to deal with.

I don’t need to struggle with pride so much, because in the end, God gets all the glory. It’s not me that gets it, so I don’t have to worry about being perfect or appearing to be perfect, because it’s not about me, it’s about God. I just need to focus on loving Him and the people around me.

I don’t need to struggle with sins, because if they come up in my flesh, I turn inwards to God, and my focus on Him releases me from the struggle. For it’s not by my works or how good I’ve been that I can come to God, it’s by the grace and mercy and the sacrifice of Jesus on the cross.

I don’t need to overcome, Jesus has already done that for me, I just need to turn within to Him, to rely on Him to get through or how to get through whatever it is I am going through.

If things do(yes, I meant to type do, not don’t) go as I think they should, or if plans should fall apart, I turn inwards to Christ and release it to Him, because it’s not my will, but His be done. If what I think should happen doesn’t, I release it and thank God for the experience, and trust that whatever happens is for His good and His glory, and since it’s not about me, I don’t have to worry about how I will look, it’s all on God.

If I turn inwards and experience the Glory, then I thank God for that experience and that He allowed me to witness a physical manifestation of His goodness, if I do not experience the Glory, I thank Him for teaching me patience, for I know that He will never leave me or forsake me.

I stopped the ‘chase,’ because I had no need to chase God. God is within me. His glory, His power, His presence is manifested in my faith in the belief of salvation through Jesus on the cross. Everything else pales in comparison. The hair standing on end on my arms is nothing. There is nothing that even comes close to the faith I have and the power of the resurrection. I am a new creature in Christ, that is all the Glory I need.

I hope you stop chasing and find Him within.

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I still read my Bible from beginning to end. I still have morning devotions. I do spend time worshiping God, probably less than I should, but it’s without struggle to seek the Glory. For I know the Glory of God, the gift of His Son resides within me. I have that assurance. I don’t argue as much with other Christians, I find myself praying that God will reveal Himself through the scriptures, that the Holy Spirit will either appoint me to say something or keep my mouth shut and just pray that they are swayed according to His purpose. I don’t need to convince people that the scriptures are true, that’s between them and God. I just need to follow two commandments, to love the Lord with all my heart soul and strength and then to love my neighbor as myself. If I have trouble loving my neighbor, I turn within and find God’s love for them, because His love resides within me, and He loves them. That’s it. Everything else is up to Jesus.

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This does not mean I am not releasing any music in the future, on contrary, I have been busy writing many worship songs that I hope will enhance your relationship with God.

When I release music, it’s out of my love for Christ that I do so!

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How do you know that God is real?

Hey!! I'm sorry I didn't answer this sooner, but I have been writing this post for hours!! There are so many ways to know God is real, but I've been trying to find my favorite ones that will hopefully let you know, yes He is real, He hears you, and He loves you. I'm just going to warn you this is really, really long lol! And I hope this helps explain why God IS real. I don't "think" He is real. I KNOW He is REAL!The first example is to think of creation. Now, I want you to go outside, look out a window, or even look around you where you are now. How do you think everything, whatever you're looking at got there? Animals, nature, you. Look into the mirror at yourself. You were created for a reason. Now, no offense to anyone who thinks we came here by an explosion or whatever your theory is, but who do you think caused that so called "Big Bang"? Someone caused it to happen. No matter what anyone says, nothing CANNOT create something. I am sorry if I am offending you, but the truth cannot be denied. The universe has not always been there, even though there are people who think that. Whenever this topic comes up, people always say "well, who created God?" or, "how did he get here?" He did not come into existence. He has always been in existence. The Bible says that He has always existed:  " . . . even from everlasting to everlasting, you are God" (Psalm 90:2) and, "Your throne is established from of old; you are from everlasting" (Psalm 93:2).  The answer is, God has no beginning and no end. So, do not ask how God came into being. Because He did not. He always was. There are people who think that God isn't real because if he was, we would be able to get into His mind. Yes you heard it correctly. WHAT? If we were to understand God and His mind, and understand how He works, how He came into existence, that would make us BE GOD. We cannot understand God, because he is not human. He is a supernatural God, and we cannot comprehend and understand because we are human. He isn't. Not one time does it say in the Bible that we are to understand God. We just have to believe. My next example is morality. Where do you think we got the logic to do good things? This is a personal favorite of mine because think of it. This practically screams God! We are born with goodness of God in our hearts. For example, when we see a new born baby, a new life in this world. That is an alive, breathing human who was placed into the womb of the mother. When you see a baby open their eyes, when you see them smile, a new life was just born into the world. Genesis 3:5 says "For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil." Exodus 33:19 "And he said, I will make all my goodness pass before thee, and I will proclaim the name of the LORD before thee; and will be gracious to whom I will be gracious, and will shew mercy on whom I will shew mercy." There are many more verses that show without God, there would be nothing. God created everything. God is a loving God that is so wonderful. 1 John 4:7 says, "Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God." 1 John 4:8 says "He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love." Everything came from God. Even nothing itself came from God. God is love. Love is God. Goodness comes from God. We don't get that and our moralities from ourselves. It's in our hearts. It was placed their by God, because we were made in His image. Genesis 1:27 - "So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them."The next is the one thing that showed us Gods love, and proved that he is real. Jesus Christ. Now, you may be saying, how do we know if Jesus was real? It is a historical fact that Jesus was a real man and that He was crucified on the cross. John 3:16 . . . "For God so LOVED the world that he gave His only begotten son that whosoever believes in Him, shall not perish but have everlasting life." In our early history, the first humans turned away from God and went their own way. This broke fellowship with God. Now all people are born with a sinful nature, and without exception all of us have sinned. The consequence for this is that we become separated from God and deserve punishment for our sins. But out of Gods deep and amazing love for us, He sent his only son, Jesus Christ into the world to rescue us from our sins by dying on the cross and sacrificing His life on behalf of sinners. He took the punishment we deserve in order to provide salvation and for us to be able to spend eternity with God. God then raised Jesus from the dead, confirming the work of Jesus on the cross and establishing His power over death. This is a historical fact. Jesus Christ was the ultimate truth to show us that God is real. Now, you may be thinking, how do we know He was telling the truth? Well, what person would willingly die on the cross, without flinching away, without backing down, without resisting, for the love of you? For you to live eternally with Him. His resurrection was verified by hundreds of witnesses. Jesus was born into the womb of the Virgin Mary by the Holy Spirit. Jesus healed the sick, made the blind see, made the crippled walk, etc. He is the Son of God and He is steal working today.My next example is HOW He is working today. I myself have experienced many of His mercy and love. I want to share a personal testimony of mine. I have always grew up a Christian. In a Christian home, I am blessed to have parents and family that read me the Bible and taught me to worship God. But like everyone, we all have to come to a moment of truth where we see the purpose of life and accept Jesus into our hearts. Not because our parents told us to. Not because my church told me too. But because I myself have experienced Him. I myself have went through a time where I wondered that what if, just what if this wasn't true? But after I have prayed and prayed over it, God has revealed Himself to me multiple times! I was almost asleep when I heard, I literally heard my name being spoken. It was an unexplainable experience and truly magical moment. Then I heard "Jesus" being spoken throughout my whole body and soul. I have no doubt in my mind that it wasn't Him. Throughout when my faith was running low, I have had so many perfect timing moments, perfect signs from God, and so much of the Holy Spirit's experience that I KNOW this is real. I needed a sign from God to let me know that He is real, and He gave it to me. I saw a rainbow later that day. His promise. (Genesis 9) I know He is with me because I feel him with me everywhere. Because when you let Him into your life the Holy Spirit enters your body and it is no longer you living, but Him living in you. I cannot write my whole testimony because this is already long enough. But I have saw so many unexplainable things, like He is speaking to me, showing me things, right when I needed it. And this still happens to me. I never feel alone, I know that I am NOT alone. I have saw so many miracles and I've saw Him working. Not only in my personal life but others. A thing I love to do is get on YouTube and watch testimonies. There are so many amazing miracles from Him all over the world that make me want to praise and worship His holy name! I have saw him cure people from cancer, I have saw babies born unto women that were told they would never become pregnant, plus many, many more. Because of Him. He is real. Just talk to Him. One simple prayer could change your whole entire life. I encourage you to read my post on "why you should live for Him" http://actressie.tumblr.com/post/163259969947/live-for-him-not-for-you-why-you-should-live . God Bless You!! He loves you so so much. I know because He told me, and laid it on my heart. I truly trust that He spoke through me in this message to help you accept Him. ❤️