#marikat?

[sesshy380]

Based on this post, I'm wondering if I should come up with a ship name just for the OC/Marik pairing in longfic? In that particular AU the pairing really works (and I feel I had to work extra hard to sell why it does since it's technically a het ship, which I am still waiting for the pitchforks and torches from the 'Marik is 100% gay and would never be in a het ship!' people).

idk, thoughts? Should I try to come up with a ship name, or just leave it as one of those 'author just threw OC and canon together because they could'?

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

god. this is a really selfish and stupid ask but i've been feeling weirdly guilty so. is it okay to like an autistic coded character?

okay it sounds stupid on paper but there's this character who i like. blorbo, if you will. anyway one of the reasons i think blorbo is a cool and interesting character is that blorbo was born with impressive powers that made her deemed too dangerous for the world, and they had to remove them, taking away what made her herself to her own detriment- blorbo is left with a permanent stutter and a permanent blow to her self-esteem.

so it turns out blorbo is autistic coded

and i don't feel like it'd be right for me to like blorbo because she's tragic if there are real people who go through the same thing. but i really like blorbo and think she's a really cool and interesting character

so basically

aita?

Hi there,

I think there are a lot of neurodivergent characters out there, however I don’t think the writers meant them to be neurodivergent (if that makes sense).

And many have head cannons about characters too. I’ll share one with you.

There was this gothic novel I had to write about in college called “We Have Always Lived in the Castle”. The two main characters are Mary Katherine (Marikat for short), and her sister, Constance.

Constance has agoraphobia, which means she doesn’t go outside, so Marikat has to go out during the week to pick up things for the house.

Something interesting about Marikat is that she follows a schedule. Like many neurodivergent people like to do. She usually goes to get a cup of coffee before running errands (if I remember correctly). However, the boys in town tease her each time she goes out, which probably makes her upset. And she’s very interested in types of poisonous things. Like mushrooms.

And the cloths she wear are very different from her sister’s, who wears bright dresses. While Marikat usually wears darker clothes, and I don’t think I’ve seen her wear a dress.

It would make sense if she was neurodivergent. She follows a schedule, wears clothes that others might find strange, and her special interests is most likely poison.

Here’s a picture of them. Constance is the one with the bright pink dress. Mary Katherine is the one wearing the dark shirt/dress.

Anyway, I don’t think it weird to like an “autism coded” character.

Holly molly that was a long answer. Lol.

I hope this helped answer your question. Thank you for the inbox. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. ❤️

[orthodoxydaily]

Saints&Reading: Friday, November 17, 2023

november 4_ november 17

VENERABLE JOANNICIUS THE GREAT OF BITHYNIA (846)

Saint Joannicius the Great was born in Bithynia in the year 752 in the village of Marikat. His parents were destitute and could not provide him even the basics of an education. From childhood he had to tend the family cattle, their sole wealth. Love for God and prayer completely dominated the soul of the child Joannicius. Often, having shielded the herd with the Sign of the Cross, he went to a secluded place and spent the whole day praying, and neither thieves nor wild beasts came near his herd.

By order of the emperor Leo IV (775-780), a multitude of officials went through the cities and towns to draft young men for military service. Young Joannicius was also drafted into the imperial army. He earned the respect of his fellow soldiers for his good disposition, but he was also a brave soldier who struck fear in the hearts of his enemies. Saint Joannicius served in the imperial army for six years. More than once he was rewarded by his commanders and the emperor. But military service weighed heavily on him; his soul thirsted for spiritual deeds and solitude.

Saint Joannicius, having renounced the world, longed to go at once into the wilderness. However, on the advice of an Elder experienced in monastic life, he spent a further two years at the monastery. Here the saint became accustomed to monastic obedience, to monastic rules and practices. He studied reading and writing, and he learned thirty Psalms of David by heart.

After this, commanded by God to go to a certain mountain, the monk withdrew into the wilderness. For three years he remained in deep solitude in the wilderness, and only once a month a shepherd brought him some bread and water. The ascetic spent day and night in prayer and psalmody. After each verse of singing the Psalms Saint Joannicius made a prayer, which the Orthodox Church keeps to this day in a somewhat altered form, “The Father is my hope, the Son is my refuge, the Holy Spirit is my protection.”

By chance, he encountered some of his former companions from military service. The saint fled the wilderness and withdrew to Mount Kountourea to hide himself from everyone. Only after twelve years of ascetic life did the hermit accept monastic tonsure. The saint spent three years in seclusion after being tonsured. Then he went to a place called Chelidon to see the great ascetic Saint George (February 21). The ascetics spent three years together. During this time Saint Joannicius learned the entire Psalter by heart. As he grew older, Saint Joannicius settled in the Antidiev monastery and dwelt there in seclusion until his death.

Saint Joannicius spent seventy years in ascetic deeds and attained to a high degree of spiritual perfection. Through the mercy of God the saint acquired the gift of prophecy, as his disciple Pachomius has related. The Elder also levitated above the ground when he prayed. Once, he crossed a river flooded to overflowing. The saint could make himself invisible for people and make others also hidden from sight.

Once, Saint Joannicius led Greek captives out of prison under the very eyes of the guards. Poison and fire, with which the envious wanted to destroy the saint, did him no harm, and predatory beasts did not touch him. He freed the island of Thasos from a multitude of snakes. Saint Joannicius also saved a young nun who was preparing to leave the monastery to marry; he took upon himself the agonized maiden’s suffering of passion, and by fasting and prayer, he overcame the seductive assault of the devil.

Foreseeing his death, Saint Joannicius fell asleep in the Lord on November 4, 846, at the age of 94.

THE HOLY PRIESTMARTYRS NIKANDER, BISHOP OF MYRA, AND THE PRESBYTER HERMES (1st c.)

The Hieromartyrs Nicander, Bishop of Myra, and Hermas the Presbyter, were disciples of the holy Apostle Paul’s follower and fellow ascetic, the holy Apostle Titus of the Seventy (August 25), and they were ordained by him to the priesthood.

Living the ascetic life amid incessant pastoral works, the saints converted many pagans to Christ. For this they were arrested and brought before the city prefect, Libanius. Neither flattery nor threats swayed the holy martyrs to renounce Christ. Then Libanius gave orders that they be tortured.

The saints endured fierce and inhuman torments: they were tied to horses and dragged over stones, their bodies were raked with iron hooks, and they were cast into a hot oven. The Lord helped them endure things that a mere man by his own strength could not endure. Towards the end, iron nails were hammered into their heads and hearts. They were thrown into a pit, then covered over with earth.

After enduring such a cruel death, now they live forever in the joy of the Lord (Mt. 25:21).

1 THESSALONIANS 5:9-13, 24-28

9 For God did not appoint us to wrath, but to obtain salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ, 10 who died for us, that whether we wake or sleep, we should live together with Him. 11 Therefore comfort each other and edify one another, just as you also are doing. 12 And we urge you, brethren, to recognize those who labor among you, and are over you in the Lord and admonish you, 13 and to esteem them very highly in love for their work's sake. Be at peace among yourselves. 24 He who calls you is faithful, who also will do it. 25 Brethren, pray for us. 26 Greet all the brethren with a holy kiss. 27 I charge you by the Lord that this epistle be read to all the holy brethren. 28 The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you. Amen.

LUKE 12:2-12

2 For there is nothing covered that will not be revealed, nor hidden that will not be known. 3 Therefore whatever you have spoken in the dark will be heard in the light, and what you have spoken in the ear in inner rooms will be proclaimed on the housetops. 4 And I say to you, My friends, do not be afraid of those who kill the body, and after that have no more that they can do. 5 But I will show you whom you should fear: Fear Him who, after He has killed, has power to cast into hell; yes, I say to you, fear Him! 6 Are not five sparrows sold for two copper coins? And not one of them is forgotten before God. 7 But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows. 8 Also I say to you, whoever confesses Me before men, him the Son of Man also will confess before the angels of God. 9 But he who denies Me before men will be denied before the angels of God. 10 And anyone who speaks a word against the Son of Man, it will be forgiven him; but to him who blasphemes against the Holy Spirit, it will not be forgiven. 11 Now when they bring you to the synagogues and magistrates and authorities, do not worry about how or what you should answer, or what you should say. 12 For the Holy Spirit will teach you in that very hour what you ought to say.

[dianapopescu]

4 noiembrie: Sfântul Cuvios Ioanichie cel Mare

Sfântul Cuvios Ioanichie cel Mare s-a născut în Bitinia, în anul 752, în satul Marikat. Părinții săi au fost săraci și nu au putut să-i asigure bazele unei educațîi. Din copilărie, a trebuit să aibă grijă de vitele familiei, singura avere a acesteia. Dragostea pentru Dumnezeu și rugăciune au dominat întru totul sufletul copilului Ioanichie. Adeseori, protejându-și animalele cu semnul crucii, mergea într-un loc singuratic și își petrecea întreaga zi rugându-se, și nici hoți, nici fiare sălbatice nu se apropiau de turma lui. https://www.diane.ro/2024/11/4-noiembrie-sfantul-cuvios-ioanichie.html

[damaless]

To All The Skaters I've Loved Before

Chapter Thirty-One: Second Best

Warning: The angst is still running pretty high in this chapter, and they still haven't worked things out by the end of it. If that's going to genuinely upset you then please wait for the next update, which will be soon!

But if you enjoy torturing yourself through the struggles of fictional characters, by all means, read on!

Phichit heads back to his room, leading Yuuri by the hand. Yuuri is shaking badly, and Phichit can’t really blame him. Normally, he’d lean towards confronting a person before jumping to any conclusions, but the conversation they’d overheard had sounded… pretty bad. And the fact that Victor and Chris had gone somewhere secluded to have it didn’t help at all.

He shuffles Yuuri into his room and moves inside, beelining the cupboards in search of a glass. He returns with a glass of water for Yuuri, who is standing just inside the room, looking dazed.

Yuuri takes the glass and lets Phichit guide him to sit on the bed. He blinks, and meets Phichit’s eyes. Phichit sits down beside him, close enough to lean on if that's what Yuuri wants.

“What the fuck was that, Phichit?” he whispers.

Phichit shrugs helplessly, grimacing. “I don’t know what to say.”

“I’m not being crazy, right? This isn’t just me catastrophizing? I can’t…” Yuuri takes in a shuddering breath. “I can’t think of a good explanation.”

Phichit nudges the bottom of the glass up towards Yuuri’s face, and he takes a sip. “You’re not being crazy,” he says, quietly. “It sounded bad to me, too.”

Yuuri sips at the water mechanically.

Phichit taps a finger against his lips. “Would it help to brainstorm?” He's acted as a sounding board for Yuuri before, where an anxiety-ridden Yuuri spouts whatever ideas come to mind, no matter how outlandish or ridiculous, and Phichit tells him whether they seem reasonable or not. It can help to have access to the perspective of someone whose brain isn't behaving like his own enemy.

At the least, getting him to put everything into words usually helps keep him calm. Well, maybe not calm, but not completely falling apart.

“Was the whole thing just some… fucked up game?” Yuuri runs a hand through his hair. “Like, ‘Look at the idiot who came last at the Grand Prix Final and got shitfaced at the banquet, what sort of fun can we have with him’?”

Phichit hums skeptically. “That theory seems… less sane. That would be, like sociopath-level fuckery.”

Yuuri sighs, and nods. “What if… when I brought up the idea of a real relationship, he jumped on the opportunity to make things more convincing for Chris? And accepting— saying that we were engaged was a final attempt at getting through to him.” His face crumples. “And it worked.”

“Ehhh.” Phichit tilts his head back and forth. “That still seems a little extreme to me. Like, that's super manipulative of him, even if everything had initially come from you.”

Yuuri pulls off his glasses and swipes at his eyes. “Maybe V-Victor was just having fun living in the moment and I took everything too seriously. And he didn’t know how to let me down easy, so he just went along with it?”

Phichit nudges the water again, but Yuuri shakes his head. “I can’t — I feel like I’m going to be sick at any moment.”

He takes the water glass back from Yuuri, who wraps his arms around himself and hunches in on himself.

Phichit thinks back to the interactions he'd witnessed between Victor and Yuuri. “I don't know, Yuuri. Unless Victor is a world class actor, he really did seem to care a lot about you.” He purses his lips. “Even with what we just heard, he was saying something about trying to be fair to you. Would he do that if he was just using you as some boy toy until Chris came to his senses?”

Yuuri rests his elbows on his knees and tangles his hands into his hair. His breaths are coming in harsh gasps.

“I think this one—” Yuuri shudders, radiating misery. “This one seems like it makes actual sense. That I've just… always been second choice, second best. Maybe Chris did reject him in Beijing before I came back to the room. And he was ready to settle for me as a backup plan until—” he covers his mouth, not quite stifling a sob. “Until his first choice became an option again.”

Phichit presses his lips together. Yuuri is right. That does seem plausible.

“I'm so fucking stupid, Phichit,” Yuuri says, pressing his hands over his face. “We've only been together for real for like, a month. Obviously that wouldn't hold up against the possibility of reconciling with his partner of five years.”

Yuuri leans against him, and Phichit puts an arm around him. “Maybe he really thought he was over him,” Phichit says, gently. “Maybe he really did want to move on with you, until Chris approached him, and then he realized.”

“I really love him, Phichit,” Yuuri wails, and Phichit gives his shoulder a squeeze.

Yuuri’s whole body shakes with sobs. Phichit's heart aches for him. To have this happen after finally letting himself be vulnerable with someone… how's Yuuri ever going to get over this?

Phichit's phone buzzes in his pocket, and he maneuvers to retrieve it. It’s a DM on insta — a quick profile check shows it's Yuuri’s sister.

marikat: Victor is texting me asking if I know where Yuuri is

marikat: is he with you?

If Yuuri’s sister is worried, he should probably tell her, so she doesn’t start wondering if he’s dead in a ditch somewhere.

phichit+chu: yeah, he's with me

phichit+chu: but…

phichit+chu: he's not doing super great right now

marikat: because of the competition? what happened?

Yeah… that’s a lot to explain over text. Even over the phone would be difficult.

phichit+chu: long story

phichit+chu: bottom line is i’m not sure about sending Victor this way

marikat: oh…

marikat: maybe you shoulda led with that

marikat: I kinda already told him

Shit. It won’t take long for Victor to figure out where to find them; Yuri Plisetsky had spotted him leaving his room earlier, so Victor could easily just ask him.

marikat: should I head over there? I might be a bit, I’m not at the hotel

marikat: what's your room number?

Maybe it would be good to get the insight of someone who has been living in the same house as Victor and Yuuri this whole time. Phichit’s encounters with Victor have always been brief, but Yuuri’s sister would have a connection of her own with Victor.

She might know what to say to help Yuuri. And if not— Well. It can’t hurt to have another set of willing hands available to help hide a body.

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[vbrevis]

“Siz Türk değilsiniz” diyorlardı. “Müslümanlığa geçmiş Bulgarsınız” diyorlardı... Türk okullarını kapatmışlardı, Türkçe gazetelerin kapısına kilit vurmuşlardı, Türk motifli kıyafet giymek bile suçtu, sünnet yasaklanmıştı, sünnet edilen çocukların anneleri beş yıl hapis cezasına çarptırılıyordu, camiler kapatılmıştı, cenaze yıkamak yasaklanmıştı, İslami usüllerle defin işlemine izin verilmiyordu, Türkçe mezar taşları tahrip ediliyordu, Türkçe konuşanlara para cezası kesiliyordu, Türk isimleri Bulgarlaştırıldı, bu dayatmaya “soya dönüş süreci” diyorlardı, Kalaşnikoflu askerler Türklerin kapısına dayanıyor, zorla muhtarlığa götürüyor, Yordan, Mihail, Stanka, Emilya, Natalia filan, Bulgar isimleriyle dolu listeler gösteriliyor, birini seç deniyordu, nüfus kağıtlarını iptal ettiler, yerine Bulgar isimleriyle yeni nüfus kağıtları verdiler, Türkçe isimlerin yazılı olduğu eski nüfus kağıtlarıyla bankadan para çekilemiyordu, çocuklar okula yazdırılamıyordu, devlet dairesinde iş yaptırılamıyordu, Bulgar ismini kullanmaya mecburdun, öğretmenler sınıfta yoklama yapıyor, Türk çocuklarının ismini Bulgarca okuyorlardı, Türk kahvesi bile diyemiyordun, değiştirilmişti, “oryantal kahve” demek zorundaydın. Asimilasyon yavaş yavaş soykırıma dönüşüyordu, 1980-85 arasında binden fazla Türk öldürüldü, Belene işkencesi başladı. Belene kampı, Tuna Nehri'nin iki kolunun arasında kalan Belene adası'ndaydı. Köprülerle geçilebiliyordu. Türk halkının direniş örgütleyen ileri gelenlerini buraya tıktılar. Isıtma sistemi yoktu, karda kışta donuyorlardı, hava karardıktan sonra tuvalete gitmeye izin vermiyorlardı, koğuşlardaki kovalar kullanılıyordu, apandisiti patlayana bile “Bulgar olmayı kabul ediyor musun?” diye soruyor, “hayır” diyeni öylece ölüme bırakıyorlardı, yemek olarak sık sık domuz çorbası veriyorlardı, istersen yeme, domuz çıktığında ekmek bile vermiyorlardı, Türkler ölümüne açlık grevi yapıyordu. Sovyetlerin yıkılması an meselesiydi, Gorbaçov çöküşü engellemek için reform ve şeffaflık açılımı yaptı. Jivkov rejiminin sonu gelmişti. Son bir kötülükle “zorunlu göç” icat etti. Aklınca, Türkiye kapıları açmayacak, Jivkov da dünyaya dönüp “görüyorsunuz bunlar Türk değil, müslüman Bulgar, Türk olsalardı Türkiye alırdı” diyecekti. Diktatörün bu hesabı tutmadı… Türkiye sınırı açtı. 350 bin soydaşımız çoluk çocuk yollara döküldü, doğdukları toprakları, evlerini köylerini bırakıp, trenlerle otomobillerle, çoğunluğu yürüyerek, Kapıkule'den Dereköy'den anavatana girdi. İkinci dünya savaşı'ndan sonra Avrupa'nın yaşadığı en büyük göçtü. Yarısı Bursa civarına yerleşti, gerisi İstanbul'a, Anadolu'ya. 28 sene oldu… Meslek hayatım boyunca milyonlarca haber elimden geçti. Meslek hayatım boyunca bir soydaşımızın bile suça bulaştığını, bir soydaşımızın bile Türkiye'yi suistimal ettiğini, bir soydaşımızın bile tarikat marikat işleriyle Türkiye'yi sırtından hançerlediğini, bir soydaşımızın bile örgüte falan karışıp vatana ihanet ettiğini görmedim. Namuslarıyla, onurlarıyla çalıştılar, zormuş, parası azmış filan, iş seçmediler, ne iş olursa olsun gayretle çalıştılar, o dönemleri bugün gibi hatırlıyorum, soydaşlarımızın kadınları tüm Türkiye'ye örnek olmuşlardı, otobüs şoförlüğü yapan kadını, kasaplık yapan kadını, tesisatçı dükkanı açan kadını, ilk defa soydaşlarımızda görmüştük, soydaş kadınları “erkek işi” olarak bilinen işleri omuzluyordu, kirasını ödemeyeni, borcunun üstüne yatanı, dolandırıcılık yapanı, memleketi soyanı, komşusunu rahatsız edeni, görmedim kardeşim, duymadım. Fabrikalarda örnek gösterilen işçi oldular, sözü senet kabul edilen esnaf oldular, tezgahtar olarak başlayıp, işveren oldular, kendileri gibi namuslu, yurtsever, çağdaş evlatlar yetiştirdiler, hekim oldular, avukat oldular, mühendis oldular, akademisyen oldular, devletten asla karşılıksız yardım kabul etmediler, avantacı olmadılar, Türkiye'ye tek kuruş yük olmadılar.

Ve… Ulusal kahramanımız Naim Süleymanoğlu vefat etti. Cenaze törenini spor sayfalarında verdiler. Naim Süleymanoğlu, Amerikalıların kendisine çantayla getirdiği nakit 10 milyon doları, 100 milyon dolarlık reklam anlaşmalarını elinin tersiyle itip, anavatana iltica ederek… Jivkov rejimi altında inim inim inleyen soydaşlarımızın ilham kaynağı, pusulası olmuştu, duvarların kapıların yıkılmasını sağlamış, özgürlük umudu olmuştu.

Naim bu memlekete sadece madalya kazandırmadı… 

[yusufserkan]

naim süleymanoğlu

Siz Türk değilsiniz” diyorlardı.

“Müslümanlığa geçmiş Bulgarsınız” diyorlardı.

Türk okullarını kapatmışlardı, Türkçe gazetelerin kapısına kilit vurmuşlardı, Türk motifli kıyafet giymek bile suçtu, sünnet yasaklanmıştı, sünnet edilen çocukların anneleri beş yıl hapis cezasına çarptırılıyordu, camiler kapatılmıştı, cenaze yıkamak yasaklanmıştı, İslami usüllerle defin işlemine izin verilmiyordu, Türkçe mezar taşları tahrip ediliyordu, Türkçe konuşanlara para cezası kesiliyordu, Türk isimleri Bulgarlaştırıldı, bu dayatmaya “soya dönüş süreci” diyorlardı, Kalaşnikoflu askerler Türklerin kapısına dayanıyor, zorla muhtarlığa götürüyor, Yordan, Mihail, Stanka, Emilya, Natalia filan, Bulgar isimleriyle dolu listeler gösteriliyor, birini seç deniyordu, nüfus kağıtlarını iptal ettiler, yerine Bulgar isimleriyle yeni nüfus kağıtları verdiler, Türkçe isimlerin yazılı olduğu eski nüfus kağıtlarıyla bankadan para çekilemiyordu, çocuklar okula yazdırılamıyordu, devlet dairesinde iş yaptırılamıyordu, Bulgar ismini kullanmaya mecburdun, öğretmenler sınıfta yoklama yapıyor, Türk çocuklarının ismini Bulgarca okuyorlardı, Türk kahvesi bile diyemiyordun, değiştirilmişti, “oryantal kahve” demek zorundaydın. Asimilasyon yavaş yavaş soykırıma dönüşüyordu, 1980-85 arasında binden fazla Türk öldürüldü, Belene işkencesi başladı.

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Belene kampı, Tuna Nehri'nin iki kolunun arasında kalan Belene adası'ndaydı. Köprülerle geçilebiliyordu. Türk halkının direniş örgütleyen ileri gelenlerini buraya tıktılar. Isıtma sistemi yoktu, karda kışta donuyorlardı, hava karardıktan sonra tuvalete gitmeye izin vermiyorlardı, koğuşlardaki kovalar kullanılıyordu, apandisiti patlayana bile “Bulgar olmayı kabul ediyor musun?” diye soruyor, “hayır” diyeni öylece ölüme bırakıyorlardı, yemek olarak sık sık domuz çorbası veriyorlardı, istersen yeme, domuz çıktığında ekmek bile vermiyorlardı, Türkler ölümüne açlık grevi yapıyordu.

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Sovyetlerin yıkılması an meselesiydi, Gorbaçov çöküşü engellemek için reform ve şeffaflık açılımı yaptı. Jivkov rejiminin sonu gelmişti. Son bir kötülükle “zorunlu göç” icat etti. Aklınca, Türkiye kapıları açmayacak, Jivkov da dünyaya dönüp “görüyorsunuz bunlar Türk değil, müslüman Bulgar, Türk olsalardı Türkiye alırdı” diyecekti. Diktatörün bu hesabı tutmadı… Türkiye sınırı açtı.

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350 bin soydaşımız çoluk çocuk yollara döküldü, doğdukları toprakları, evlerini köylerini bırakıp, trenlerle otomobillerle, çoğunluğu yürüyerek, Kapıkule'den Dereköy'den anavatana girdi. İkinci dünya savaşı'ndan sonra Avrupa'nın yaşadığı en büyük göçtü. Yarısı Bursa civarına yerleşti, gerisi İstanbul'a, Anadolu'ya.

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28 sene oldu…

Meslek hayatım boyunca milyonlarca haber elimden geçti. Meslek hayatım boyunca bir soydaşımızın bile suça bulaştığını, bir soydaşımızın bile Türkiye'yi suistimal ettiğini, bir soydaşımızın bile tarikat marikat işleriyle Türkiye'yi sırtından hançerlediğini, bir soydaşımızın bile örgüte falan karışıp vatana ihanet ettiğini görmedim.

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Namuslarıyla, onurlarıyla çalıştılar, zormuş, parası azmış filan, iş seçmediler, ne iş olursa olsun gayretle çalıştılar, o dönemleri bugün gibi hatırlıyorum, soydaşlarımızın kadınları tüm Türkiye'ye örnek olmuşlardı, otobüs şoförlüğü yapan kadını, kasaplık yapan kadını, tesisatçı dükkanı açan kadını, ilk defa soydaşlarımızda görmüştük, soydaş kadınları “erkek işi” olarak bilinen işleri omuzluyordu, kirasını ödemeyeni, borcunun üstüne yatanı, dolandırıcılık yapanı, memleketi soyanı, komşusunu rahatsız edeni, görmedim kardeşim, duymadım.

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Fabrikalarda örnek gösterilen işçi oldular, sözü senet kabul edilen esnaf oldular, tezgahtar olarak başlayıp, işveren oldular, kendileri gibi namuslu, yurtsever, çağdaş evlatlar yetiştirdiler, hekim oldular, avukat oldular, mühendis oldular, akademisyen oldular, devletten asla karşılıksız yardım kabul etmediler, avantacı olmadılar, Türkiye'ye tek kuruş yük olmadılar.

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Ve…

Ulusal kahramanımız Naim Süleymanoğlu vefat etti.

Cenaze törenini spor sayfalarında verdiler.

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Naim'in vefat haberinin spor haberiymiş gibi, sadece spor sayfalarında verilmesi, Türk basınının aslında ne kadar “asimile” edildiğinin kanıtıdır.

Türk basınının “mesleki soykırım”a uğradığının… Alt tarafı 28 sene öncesinden bile haberinin olmadığının kanıtıdır.

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(En ufak bir akrabalık, tarih, şuur birlikteliği olmayan cahil cühela, işsiz güçsüz, mesleksiz kimliksiz dört milyon Suriyeli'yi Türkiye'ye sokan, maaşa bağlayan, şimdilik 30 milyar dolar harcayan, ikametgah adresi, resmi nikah, çalışma izni gibi mevzularda kayıt kuyut tutmayan, kültürel çatışmaya yolaçan, kökü kazınmış hastalıkları hortlatan, sınır güvenliğini kevgire, milli güvenliği arapsaçına çeviren, 100 sene bile geçse çözülmesi imkansız bir sosyal sorun yaratan sayın hükümetimiz… Ve, bunları şakşaklayan yalaka basın iyi okusun…)

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Naim Süleymanoğlu, Amerikalıların kendisine çantayla getirdiği nakit 10 milyon doları, 100 milyon dolarlık reklam anlaşmalarını elinin tersiyle itip, anavatana iltica ederek… Jivkov rejimi altında inim inim inleyen soydaşlarımızın ilham kaynağı, pusulası olmuştu, duvarların kapıların yıkılmasını sağlamış, özgürlük umudu olmuştu.

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Naim bu memlekete sadece madalya kazandırmadı… Bugün sayıları bir milyona ulaşan, namuslu, onurlu, örnek yurttaşlar kazandırdı.

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Prepodobný otec Joannikios Veľký

Prepodobný otec Joannikios Veľký

Dnes nám Gréckokatolícka cirkev pripomína prepodobného otca Joannikia Veľkého. Známy grécky kresťanský askéta sa narodil v roku 752 v skromnej roľníckej rodine v bitýnijskej obci Marikat. V detstve pásaval ošípané a získal len veľmi chabé vzdelanie. V mladosti slúžil viac ako dvadsať rokov v armáde a v tej dobe patril k zástancom obrazoborectva. Koncom ôsmeho storočia začal cestu náboženského…

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Saints&Reading: Wed., Nov. 17, 2021

 November 17_November 4

THE MONK IOANNICIUS THE GREAT of  BITHYNIA (846)

Saint Joannicius the Great was born in Bithynia in the year 752 in the village of Marikat. His parents were destitute and could not provide him even the basics of an education. From childhood he had to tend the family cattle, their sole wealth. Love for God and prayer completely dominated the soul of the child Joannicius. Often, having shielded the herd with the Sign of the Cross, he went to a secluded place and spent the whole day praying, and neither thieves nor wild beasts came near his herd.

By order of the emperor Leo IV (775-780), a multitude of officials went through the cities and towns to draft young men for military service. Young Joannicius was also drafted into the imperial army. He earned the respect of his fellow soldiers for his good disposition, but he was also a brave soldier who struck fear in the hearts of his enemies. Saint Joannicius served in the imperial army for six years. More than once he was rewarded by his commanders and the emperor. But military service weighed heavily on him; his soul thirsted for spiritual deeds and solitude.

Saint Joannicius, having renounced the world, longed to go at once into the wilderness. However, on the advice of an Elder experienced in monastic life, he spent a further two years at the monastery. Here the saint became accustomed to monastic obedience, to monastic rules and practices. He studied reading and writing, and he learned thirty Psalms of David by heart.

After this, commanded by God to go to a certain mountain, the monk withdrew into the wilderness. For three years he remained in deep solitude in the wilderness, and only once a month a shepherd brought him some bread and water. The ascetic spent day and night in prayer and psalmody. After each verse of singing the Psalms Saint Joannicius made a prayer, which the Orthodox Church keeps to this day in a somewhat altered form, “The Father is my hope, the Son is my refuge, the Holy Spirit is my protection.”

By chance, he encountered some of his former companions from military service. The saint fled the wilderness and withdrew to Mount Kountourea to hide himself from everyone. Only after twelve years of ascetic life did the hermit accept monastic tonsure. The saint spent three years in seclusion after being tonsured. Then he went to a place called Chelidon to see the great ascetic Saint George (February 21). The ascetics spent three years together. During this time Saint Joannicius learned the entire Psalter by heart. As he grew older, Saint Joannicius settled in the Antidiev monastery and dwelt there in seclusion until his death.

Saint Joannicius spent seventy years in ascetic deeds and attained to a high degree of spiritual perfection. Through the mercy of God the saint acquired the gift of prophecy, as his disciple Pachomius has related. The Elder also levitated above the ground when he prayed. Once, he crossed a river flooded to overflowing. The saint could make himself invisible for people and make others also hidden from sight.

Once, Saint Joannicius led Greek captives out of prison under the very eyes of the guards. Poison and fire, with which the envious wanted to destroy the saint, did him no harm, and predatory beasts did not touch him. He freed the island of Thasos from a multitude of snakes. Saint Joannicius also saved a young nun who was preparing to leave the monastery to marry; he took upon himself the agonized maiden’s suffering of passion, and by fasting and prayer, he overcame the seductive assault of the devil.

Foreseeing his death, Saint Joannicius fell asleep in the Lord on November 4, 846, at the age of 94.

THE HOLY PRIESTMARTYRS NIKANDER, BISHOP OF MYRA, AND THE PRESBYTER HERMES (1st. c)

The Hieromartyrs Nicander, Bishop of Myra, and Hermas the Presbyter, were disciples of the holy Apostle Paul’s follower and fellow ascetic, the holy Apostle Titus of the Seventy (August 25), and they were ordained by him to the priesthood.

Living the ascetic life amid incessant pastoral works, the saints converted many pagans to Christ. For this they were arrested and brought before the city prefect, Libanius. Neither flattery nor threats swayed the holy martyrs to renounce Christ. Then Libanius gave orders that they be tortured.

The saints endured fierce and inhuman torments: they were tied to horses and dragged over stones, their bodies were raked with iron hooks, and they were cast into a hot oven. The Lord helped them endure things that a mere man by his own strength could not endure. Towards the end, iron nails were hammered into their heads and hearts. They were thrown into a pit, then covered over with earth.

After enduring such a cruel death, now they live forever in the joy of the Lord (Mt. 25:21).

LUKE 11:42-46

42 But woe to you Pharisees! For you tithe mint and rue and all manner of herbs, and pass by justice and the love of God. These you ought to have done, without leaving the others undone. 43 Woe to you Pharisees! For you love the best seats in the synagogues and greetings in the marketplaces. 44 Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you are like graves which are not seen, and the men who walk over them are not aware of them. 45 Then one of the lawyers answered and said to Him, "Teacher, by saying these things You reproach us also." 46 And He said, "Woe to you also, lawyers! For you load men with burdens hard to bear, and you yourselves do not touch the burdens with one of your fingers.

COLOSSIANS 3:17-4:1

17 And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him. 18 Wives, submit to your own husbands, as is fitting in the Lord. 19 Husbands, love your wives and do not be bitter toward them. 20 Children, obey your parents in all things, for this is well pleasing to the Lord. 21 Fathers, do not provoke your children, lest they become discouraged. 22 Bondservants, obey in all things your masters according to the flesh, not with eye service, as men-pleasers, but in sincerity of heart, fearing God. 23 And whatever you do, do it heartily, as to the Lord and not to men, 24 knowing that from the Lord you will receive the reward of the inheritance; for you serve the Lord Christ. 25 But he who does wrong will be repaid for what he has done, and there is no partiality.

1 Masters, give your bondservants what is just and fair, knowing that you also have a Master in heaven.

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Saints&Reading: Sat., Nov 4, 2017

Venerable  Joannicius the Great

Saint Joannicius the Great was born in Bithynia in the year 752 in the village of Marikat. His parents were destitute and could not provide him even the basics of an education. From childhood he had to tend the family cattle, their sole wealth. Love for God and prayer completely dominated the soul of the child Joannicius. Often, having shielded the herd with the Sign of the Cross, he went to a secluded place and spent the whole day praying, and neither thieves nor wild beasts came near his herd.

By order of the emperor Leo IV (775-780), a multitude of officials went through the cities and towns to draft young men for military service. Young Joannicius was also drafted into the imperial army...Continues

Venerable George Karslides

Venerable Elder and New Confessor Saint George (Karslidis) of Drama (Greek: Ὁ Όσιος Γεώργιος Καρσλίδης ο Ομολογητής), January 1, 1901 – November 4, 1959, was a Greek Elder[note 1] known for his gifts of spiritual discernment and clairvoyance.

He is known to have been in Georgia, Armenia, and Russia before spending most of his life in the village of Taxiarches (Sipsa), in Drama, Northern Greece. He founded the Monastery of the Ascension of Christ in the village of Taxiarches (Sipsa), which was officially consecrated in 1939, and became the spiritual leader of the community of Drama. Like other contemporary elders and many Saints throughout Christian history, Saint George would sometimes be seen levitating in prayerduring the Divine Liturgy.[8][note 2]....Continues

2 Cor 5: 1-10

Assurance of the Resurrection

5 For we know that if our earthly house, this tent, is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. 2 For in this we groan, earnestly desiring to be clothed with our habitation which is from heaven, 3 if indeed, having been clothed, we shall not be found naked. 4 For we who are in this tent groan, being burdened, not because we want to be unclothed, but further clothed, that mortality may be swallowed up by life. 5 Now He who has prepared us for this very thing is God, who also has given us the Spirit as a guarantee.

6 So we are always confident, knowing that while we are at home in the body we are absent from the Lord. 7 For we walk by faith, not by sight. 8 We are confident, yes, well pleased rather to be absent from the body and to be present with the Lord.

The Judgment Seat of Christ

9 Therefore we make it our aim, whether present or absent, to be well pleasing to Him. 10 For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, that each one may receive the things done in the body, according to what he has done, whether good or bad.

Luke 9: 1-6

Sending Out the Twelve

9 Then He called His twelve disciples together and gave them power and authority over all demons, and to cure diseases. 2 He sent them to preach the kingdom of God and to heal the sick. 3 And He said to them, “Take nothing for the journey, neither staffs nor bag nor bread nor money; and do not have two tunics apiece.

4 “Whatever house you enter, stay there, and from there depart. 5 And whoever will not receive you, when you go out of that city, shake off the very dust from your feet as a testimony against them.”

6 So they departed and went through the towns, preaching the gospel and healing everywhere.

New King James Version (NKJV) Scripture taken from the New King James Version®. Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved.